Chapter 630 - Is It Real? Or Is It an Illusion? (1/2) (1/2)

Chapter 630: Is It Real? Or Is It an Illusion? (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Hundreds of dragons were circling in the air, whipping up a roaring wind that could be heard miles away.

Celine stood on the edge of Girvent Forest to the west of Ferde silently looking out from high ground at the dazzling magical city in the distance.

Knowing that Link had finally calmed down, she let out a sigh of relief.

After wiping away a tear from the corner of an eye, Celine turned around and began walking towards the forest behind her. Suddenly, a huge green silhouette emerged from the trees, its aura tumultuous and menacing. However, Celine did not move a muscle.

It slowed down as it drew closer. Finally, it materialized into a green-furred tiger before Celine. It then spoke, “Mistress, you finally came.”

It was Dorias. Ferde was no longer a place he could reside in, especially as the city became even more prosperous and its population grew every day. Ordinary folk feared him, so Dorias thought it best to live in Girvent Forest, away from civilization.

“Are you waiting for me?” said Celine curiously.

Dorias shook its head furiously. “Of course. The lord has ordered me to. He said that you may need a ride, though I must say this is the most degrading request I’ve ever received from him. I’m supposed to be a Warrior, not some mule to be ridden on… Then again, orders are orders. Can’t really say no to the man himself, can I?”

Celine decided to go along with Link’s arrangement. “I don’t need a ride right now. I do, however, require a guide. I need to find a quiet place to continue my magical training. You’ve lived here for a long time now. Surely you must know a couple of places like that?

Dorias pondered on this for a moment. “I do know a few secluded places in the area, but I’m not sure if they’re quiet. Should I take you there then?”

“Of course.”

“Then get on, and hold on tight.”

Celine climbed up onto the tiger’s back. In a single bound, it was able to cover 100 feet. Before long, both Celine and the tiger vanished into the forest.

…

Ferde, outside Scorched City, in an ordinary courtyard

While the dragons were circling in the sky, a well-built man was driving a battered-looking horse carriage towards the entrance of an ordinary courtyard. Once there, he undid the horse’s reins and led it into the courtyard.

Inside, a woman in a linen dress was busy working a loom, which rattled on endlessly.

“I have no idea what’s going on, but somebody needs to do something about these dragons that’s been flying in the sky these past few days,” the man muttered irritably, looking up at the sky.

“Didn’t the lord announce what’s going on? The dragons have crowned the lord as their king. They’re celebrating his coronation right now,” said the woman. Her eyes were still glued to her work. Though they were not exactly living in poverty, most of their furniture was old and shabby. She thought her work might be able to earn them enough money to afford repairs around the house.

“Oh, you sure know a lot, don’t you?” said the man with a huff. He led the horse into the stable, gave it a bit of hay in its feeding trough, and then poured a ladleful of water into its water trough. Fearing that it might swallow more than it could handle and end up sick, the man added a bit of straw wine into the water.

As he did all this, the man felt as if he had been doing the same thing for the last ten years… What was he thinking? He had always been a coachman. What else was he supposed to do for the rest of his life, anyway?

The man shook his head. For some reason, he sensed that something was wrong. He should be living like the soldiers out on the street, clad in their brilliant armor and armed with their elegant swords. No, he should have been someone important, maybe even an esteemed master like those Magicians in Ferde’s Mage Tower.

He looked down at his own hands. They were covered in dirt and grime. He then sniffed at his sleeve. It smelled of horse urine. Finally, he turned to his wife, who was still busy working her loom… Wait, when did he marry her? Why could he not remember a thing?

“Hamilton, what are you doing there? Still having one of your daydreams? Why don’t you come here and make yourself useful? I can’t carry all these spindles by myself, you know!” His wife was standing beside the loom. She was staring at him furiously, her hands clasped on her waist.

Hamilton jolted from his reverie and hurried over. “Coming, dear. I’ll handle this. Why don’t you go cook something? I’m starving.”

Hamilton felt a sharp stab of hunger in his stomach. The piece of bread he had this morning was not as filling as he thought it would be.

Suddenly, a dragon’s roar reverberated in the sky. Hamilton looked up at the sky.

A dragon was flying especially low in the sky. Hamilton could clearly see the dragon’s dark red scales which gleamed with a metallic light. The dragon seemed to be glowing as well. As it flew over, countless specks of light fell like raindrops to the ground.

One of these specks of light landed on Hamilton. In an instant, he felt a sudden warmth flow through his body. All the exhaustion he had accumulated after a whole day’s work vanished without a trace, along with the hunger he had worked up.

Noa came running out of the house. She looked up at the sky and happily said, “That’s the Dragon’s Blessing. How wonderful.”