Chapter 20 (1/2)

Chapter 20

It is said that on that day, Fruu had been too focused having a “heart to heart” with me that he inadvertently suppressed all ice magic within a thousand kilometer radius. This caused the gold clan dragons to be unable to generate any water to put out the fire, and so my flames continued to burn and burn and burn uncontrollably. In the end, the entire territory of the gold clan dragons was reduced to ashes.

Yiweisibel stated that he was a dragon who justly enforced the law, and he would not use his powers to avenge private grievances. As a result, he would only punish the gold dragons who had been illegally demanding the human race for brides according to the laws of the dragon race — and if that didn’t work, he’d revise the laws entirely.

I told Fruu that this wasn’t okay. Did he still want to properly act as the leader of the dragons or not?

He replied that he actually never planned to take this role seriously. Originally, he only wanted to wait until the circ.u.mstances with the ice clan settled down more and then he would abdicate his seat and fly back to Finanse to live in seclusion with me. Who would have imagined that I’d actually surpa.s.s my abilities and scrounge all over the earth to find him.

Then he looked at me, still looking like he was anxiously afraid about something.

Yiweisibel said that he wanted me to meet someone after we left the gold dragon territory.

Hugging his neck after I was placed on his back, I indulged in the familiar feeling while settling myself in before I noticed that all eight guards were struggling their hardest to keep a straight face as they watched me.

I had always been a rather modest kind of person, and I wasn’t used to this. I asked Yiweisibel why they were staring at me.

He very calmly explained a custom in the dragon race: dragons would never carry anybody on their backs, not even their own children, save for one — their mates. This was the reason why those guards were startled and curious.

I silently recalled the first time he suggested carrying me up into the sky to take a spin in the air, and I silently thought to myself that our relations.h.i.+p as a dragon and a human back then was clearly very pure!

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Yiwei flew me to a valley that was filled with green gra.s.s and fresh flowers. There was also a quaint little blue lake and a few small houses scattered randomly across the field.

He told me that he was bringing me to meet my uncle.

I was startled. My uncle, His Majesty Alex, once the first prince and heir of the Kingdom of Bein, had pa.s.sed away a long time ago from an illness that was caused by excessive worry for my mother who had disappeared, or so I heard.

I remembered that in the story, the prince had been offered to the Black Wizard.

Yiwei confirmed my guess; the owner of this place was the Black Wizard who was slightly older than himself.

Even though he was reluctant to admit it — as a promising young dragon and all, this year His Majesty Yiweisibel Hande was actually 427 years old. That made him a whole four hundred years older than me.

As we approached this place, we unexpectedly heard a youthful voice speak out; at that time, we were still in the sky, and I almost fell off from Yiwei’s back in surprise.

The owner of the voice was evidently a little displeased, but despite being unhappy, he still sounded pleasant and sweet. He said: “Yiweisibel, why the h.e.l.l are you here? This isn’t the place for you and your lover to flirt around.”

Yiwei evenly responded: “We didn’t come here looking for you. Rather, we want to meet His Majesty Alex. I brought Princess Abeila’s son, and he would like to meet his uncle.”

Afterwards, I easily met the prince, but I never saw that strange master again.

My uncle truly did look very young. In fact, he looked even younger than me. He had soft black hair, jade green eyes, and a graceful air about him. There was even a trace of contemplative melancholy on his handsome countenance; overall, His Majesty Alex was quite an attractive fellow.

Although it probably wasn’t very appropriate to say this just after complimenting him, I had to concede that I do look a lot like my uncle. It seemed like some things that came from our bloodline just can’t be erased.

He leisurely invited us to afternoon tea, and he was clearly very happy and excited that I had come to visit him. Especially when I told him that my mother had always been doing well, and how she was deeply in love with my father, and was living a good life all these years, his facial expression became even incomparably gentle. He couldn’t stop mumbling: “That’s wonderful, that’s so wonderful.” When I told him about when my parents teamed up to chide me when I was young, he laughed heartily.

At the time I asked him about the master of this place, he casually waved his hand and smiled: “Don’t mind him. That guy is a little shy, and doesn’t like to meet people.”

To be able to describe the most terrifying Black Wizard as “shy”, I thought to myself that it seems like my uncle must have been living a good life here.

From my uncle, I learned about the truth from back then:

It is said that the Bein royal family and the evil G.o.ds had always had some kind of relations.h.i.+p. They always had the blessing of the evil G.o.ds, and the successor of the purest branch of the royal family would have a gift and propensity for magic that far exceeded ordinary people’s.