Chapter 589 - 534: Shes Here (1/2)
After a long, long wait, the last expected person joined the two brothers. Both the Joker and Leiu stood up and looked at the newcomer, who was covered in blood from head to toe and not looking particularly healthy.
Before anyone talked, Wolfram crushed a card which released a blinding light that enveloped Arthur and healed some of the injuries. It took five cards to completely heal his younger brother and it has to be said that even one of such cards is extremely rare and has a miraculous effect.
One has to wonder what kind of injuries did Arthur suffer to be in such a miserable half-dead state.
While smiling, Arthur said:
”I hope that the wait wasn't too long.”
The youth snorted but the tall magician wrapped his hand around Arthur's shoulder and jokingly said:
”It was so boring with this quiet dude, I felt like I was talking to myself.”
”Hahaha I can imagine that.”
Unfortunately, this light mood was quickly broken by the Nameless Knight, who reproachingly looked at the parasite while saying:
”In the end, you decided to come?”
”Why wouldn't I? My two brothers are betting their lives on the line yet you want me to hide?”
”Yeah how can you say that?”
The Joker butted in, trying to lighten the mood again but his older brother still had a chilling expression as if he wasn't really pleased by Arthur's arrival.
”It's not like there's anywhere to hide, after all, everyone knows of the Dark Lord.”
”Ugh stop that, it's so banal.”-Arthur
Arthur looked at the gargantuan red crack far away then shifted his attention to a blinding sun right above it, temporarily stopping the expansion of the incoming doom.
”Saly already left?”
”She insisted on staying but I sent her away.”-Wolfram
Hearing this, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and caressed his marriage ring, which wasn't expensive or flashy but held a deep meaning.
”It's not going to hold it for long, we better begin.”-The Joker
”Ready yourselves.”Leiu
The Nameless Knight wore his helmet and retrieved his black sword, Anduril, from his back and wore his helmet. As for the Joker, he threw dozens of cards in the air, each one having an overpowered buffing affect.
”These should last for one year. I'll save the best for last.”
He laughed out loud, uncaring about what's about to happen or what they're going to face.
Last but not least, Arthur removed the ring given to him by Lucy and used Dark Magic on it, erasing it from existence and officially releasing himself from the past.
”I shall become the wings of rebellion.”-Leiu
”Breaketh thy chains of captivity.”-Wolfram
”And release yourself from what has been done!”-Arthur
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”My son, you have grown up.”
A deep voice came out of a shiny silver dragon curled on the ground with its piercing eyes focused on another dragon half of its size but with the same silver scales as it.
Yamak grew bowed its head in respect as he faced his mother, whom he's seeing for the first time. Seeing no purpose in following Xyktia's unreasonable order, he fled to the Dragon Realm but it's not like he can escape her grasp.
”It's good to see you, mother.”
”Have you been well? Did that parasite take care of you?”
”Yes, there is no need to worry.”
There was a tinge of awkwardness as Yamak wasn't really used to such talks. Arthur wasn't harsh when he raised him but he wasn't what you call 'motherly' so when he felt his mother's love, the lightning dragon didn't know how to act.
”Normally, dragon's won't meet their parents until they became an a.d.u.l.t but, seeing that you willingly came here, there must be a problem, which I can kind of guess.”
Even without Yamak saying anything, the ancient Space Dragon was able to see the thing inside her son's body.
”I guess the Twelve do not really care about their treaty with the Dragon Race. Who's the one who did this to you?”
”Xyktia. She wants the Divine and Cursed swords.”
”To hell with what she wants, take me to her!”
None of the Twelve created the Dragon Race and the latter is not known to be a formidable race for nothing. A grown dragon like Yamak's mother can pose a great threat even to the Twelve, moreso for the trapped Xyktia.