Chapter 171: Dragon Clan (1/2)
”So, she's the one?” Kaelith asked as she leaned over Flavia. ”She's cute…” She muttered and her eyes wandered. ”Hm… other than the chest, I win everywhere else.”
Rakna sent her a deadpan stare and she casually shrugged it off.
”And I see that you destroyed another one,” she then said with a blank tone whilst looking at the crater where the Dungeon Tear previously was. ”So, what did Draco do to her? There's some of his presence around her.”
”He isolated a soul that was attempting a takeover.”
Kaelith's eyes widened. ”I see… she was lucky that someone like him was here. His kind is basically good at everything. He was taught a lot by his family and clan.”
”What is he anyway?”
”What, he didn't tell you?” She replied and he shook his head. ”Well… I guess I can start it by telling you why the elders suggested him as my suitor so much. There are a few clans on par with us the Nine-Tailed and among them, the strongest is the Dragon Clan.”
”So, Tira is…?”
”A dragon, yes. One of the Dragon Kings, to be exact. Dragons have an evolution ladder similar to ours. However, with them; it's not tails but their wings. Two-winged dragons are called Elemental Dragons. The four-winged are Noble Dragons. The six-winged are Great Dragons. And finally, the eight-winged are Sovereign Dragons, but commonly called Kings.”
”In other words, he's a big shot.”
”Pretty much. But I still have a higher status,” she said proudly. ”I'm the Foxes' heiress, after all.”
Rakna snorted. ”Of course, you are. Why do you call him Draco by the way?”
”That's because his first name roughly translates to that in draconic tongue and I thought it was funny,” she shrugged.
”I see. The poor man would have definitely gotten the short end of the stick if a marriage had been successfully arranged between you two,” Rakna noted and a vein popped on the vixen's forehead.
”You…” Kaelith's expression twitched. She ultimately sighed and snapped her fingers. A stream of flames was conjured from under her feet and drew a magic circle all around them.
Rakna curiously watched as a whirlpool of blue fire began to block the view of his surroundings and even the ground he was standing on. Interestingly, there was no change in temperature. The therian hummed and pulled out a cigarette and lit it by putting it in the flames.
”No heat but there's still combustion?” He commented questioningly as he put the cigarette in his mouth under the incredulous eyes of Kaelith.
”Could you not use my magic as a lighter?” She retorted with a scowl. ”And no, it's neither. The fire of this spell is telepathic, it burns if you want it to burn, it gets hot if you want it to be, and it spreads if you want it to. Since you're inside, it also listens to you.”
”What does this spell even do?”
”This,” she answered and snapped her fingers again. This time, the flames went away and they found themselves in front of Pavilion's entrance.
Rakna raised an eyebrow. ”I didn't even notice we were moving.”
”Duh, it's teleportation for a reason,” Kaelith said matter-of-factly. ”Come on; bring the lady inside to the infirmary. They have soul replenishment equipment and medicine. She's most likely tired from the takeover. There's a back entrance to it in the private section if you don't want to be stared at by everyone.”
”Really? I never saw it,” Rakna remarked as he picked up Flavia in a bridal carry. The second that they stepped inside the Pavilion, he flash-stepped upstairs and Kaelith followed with an equally fast movement. They went through the filter dimension together and the vixen led him to the very back.
They went past the door of the shop and reached a dead end. ”Here, let me show you,” Kaelith said smilingly and swiped her hand on the wall. Then, a string of holographic icons appeared.
”Each of these opens a way to different parts of the Pavilion. This cross here is the infirmary, this one is the lounge/casino, this one is the Meeting Rooms where Guilds can have meet-ups with others. They were used the day after the Initiation if you remember.”
”I do,” Rakna nodded as he took a look himself at the icons. ”Why is this hidden like this though?”
”Well, it's not really hidden,” Kaelith replied and pressed on the infirmary icon. The rest then went away and a ripple coursed throughout the wall before it created an automatic door.
”From what I know, the original design wasn't meant to be something so furtive, but it just became that way over time and now it's like a sort of half-secret tip that goes around veterans. Then again, the clown of your Guild probably just forgot to tell you about this.”
”Sounds about right,” Rakna readily agreed and Kaelith chuckled. She pressed the button and the metal doors slid inside the walls to reveal the reception of the Pavilion's med bay.
”All right, I'll leave here. Just ask for a soul operation room,” Kaelith said. ”Just be sure to come to my shop tomorrow.”
”Why? Is there something important going on tomorrow?”
”My mom wants to meet you.”
Rakna froze both physically and mentally. He almost dropped Flavia. ”…why?”
”She personally wants to see how much of a cheeky brat you are.”
”For some reason, I find myself doubting that.”
”Just shut up and promise you'll be there.”
Rakna dragged on the silence for a minute. ”…let's hope your mother isn't like you then.”
”See?! That's exactly what I'm talking about!”
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Around ten minutes later, Rakna was back on his own and Flavia had already been laid down on a bed as a nurse was setting up a very sci-fi-looking instrument next to her. She first cleaned the blood then placed some scanner-like devices near her patient's midriff.
She looked at the numbers on the screen then turned toward Rakna. ”Her condition is stable. You can leave with her as soon as she wakes up but I recommend a minimum of three hours here at least. Also, her soul will be a bit frail for a few days so I recommend she doesn't use too much mana during that time.”
Rakna nodded and the nurse excused herself with a bow. When she was gone, he pulled out the journal and sat down on a chair. ”You heard?” He asked to seemingly no one as he turned the pages and Tyran looked at him in confusion.
”I did…” A weary voice responded and the little T. Rex cried out happily and jumped on the bed where Flavia slowly opened her eyes. She smiled and patted him. ”Thank you, Tyran,” she said and looked at Rakna who was quietly reading his book. ”Since when did you notice?”
”I knew all along. You did a good job steadying your breathing, but it gets hard when you also have to fool my nose and the burst of emotions that comes along when you wake up.”
Flavia chuckled wryly. ”How unfair is that?”
”You tell me,” Rakna shrugged. ”It has only been useful to me until now.”
She giggled then sighed. ”So… that woman was your shopkeeper?” She asked rather tamely. ”I did not see what she looked like but she sounded… nice?”
The therian snorted. ”Right. I'll have to make you remake that opinion when you meet again.”
”You two sound close... I heard you were going to meet her mother?”