Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 186 A Good Name at the End of the Volume

In the Eastern Continent, there is an unnamed fishing village by the sea.

The winter sun hung high in the sky. Amid the cries of a few seagulls, a group of fishermen, their skin tanned dark from years of fishing at sea, returned in small sailboats used for near-shore fishing and docked at a simple seaside pier.

They came ashore with their meager catch, lamenting another difficult winter.

They also make their living by the sea, but compared to the wealthy people in nearby towns or even cities dozens of miles away who have the qualifications and capital to operate large ocean-going sailing ships to catch rare fish or even participate in whaling, or the bureaucrats who manage salt fields and seabed copper mining, their winters are much harder.

During the winter and spring seasons, even most species of seagulls fly to warmer seas to spend the winter, and the catch of fish in the nearshore waters is so scarce that it is simply not enough to support the livelihood of fishermen's families.

Therefore, after returning to shore from fishing, many men would continue to set off to make a living elsewhere—collecting conch and shells on shallow beaches, working at salt fields, doing hard labor at the whale oil dock in town, or even going home to pickle fish—in order to support their families, while women stayed at home to take care of the children and struggled to make ends meet by mending and sewing.

A man wearing a straw hat sat on a small, tattered chair by the dock, skillfully twisting a fishing net in his hands with thick rope and linen while warmly greeting passing fishermen.

"Thank you, and I wish you a good day," a steady and simple female voice came from under the straw hat. She sounded quite old, but it gave people a sense of comfort. "Yes, I need to mend these fishing nets before spring—Andrei and the others are waiting to use them."

She skillfully chatted with the fishermen about everyday matters:

"Yes, we can take it to the market to sell... Oh, fixing the net here? Oh, you know—I like to sunbathe."

After the fishermen left, the woman wearing the straw hat lowered her head again, rolled up her slightly drooping linen sleeves to reveal her brown skin, which was either tanned or naturally brown, and focused on mending the fishing net between her knees in the sun.

The woman in the straw hat seemed to sense something and raised her head, glancing at the seaside.

A small wave crashed in, breaking into white spray on the hardwood dock.

But she only glanced up at the horizon before calmly lowering her head to continue mending the fishing net in her hands.

However, her simple and steady voice once again came from under her straw hat, echoing on the deserted dock.

"I don't remember inviting you."

If there were other people present, they would probably think the woman in the straw hat was talking to herself.

But what happened next shattered this assumption.

In the empty void, a dry, eerie voice echoed: "To be precise, I didn't come—only my voice came."

"Just consider this as me sending a messenger raven."

The woman in the straw hat didn't even look up, focusing intently on tightening a network cable.

“The calls of the white ravens tamed by the Trade Federation are very pleasant,” she said in a calm and detached tone, without any inflection, yet with a quiet strength: “They are clear and melodious, unlike this hoarse, dehydrated quack.”

She skillfully moved the fishing net to another spot and continued mending it.

“A gentle sarcasm,” came the dry voice again, seemingly used to this scene: “You’re still the same.”

"Let's get straight to the point," the woman in the straw hat said nonchalantly. "I still need to dry my nets in a bit."

There was a moment of silence around her.

For a moment, only the sounds of waves and seagulls could be heard on the dock.

Then that dry, hollow voice rang out again: "You sensed it too, didn't you, the guy who just knocked on the door... A new mage has been born."

The woman in the straw hat gave a soft hum and tested a piece of the woven fishing net.

The voice from the void was incredibly ethereal: "We need to find him—"

“No,” the woman in the straw hat said, showing no interest and cutting him off abruptly, “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

"A newcomer!"

His dry, monotone voice, devoid of any emotion or inflection, sounded utterly listless and boring: "Do you know what this means..."

“The Twin Emperors won’t let him—or her—go,” the dry voice seemed to say something he didn’t care about at all: “An unknown mage is too much of a threat to them, and he hasn’t experienced the Final War. The Twin Emperors can easily bring him under their wing and make him one of their own.”

“Go find L or Giza,” the woman in the straw hat said, putting down the fishing net she was holding, reaching for another net and starting to pull the line. “Even Ashida and Solovsky, or even Sura, they would be interested.”

“This is what I have to say,” a hollow voice echoed from the void, “A novice mage will be facing companions who are either the Twin Emperors or these people—do you want to see that happen?”

The woman ignored him and just stared at the internet cable in her hand.

The voice from the void continued:
"L or Giza-B's men will only drag him into their ridiculous mad dog circus, reliving the tragedy of more than six hundred years ago."

“The moderates aren’t all good either. From what I know of Ashida and Solovsky, they’ve been lying low since the Second Civil War, and it’s definitely not because they love peace…”

The woman raised her head and glanced into the void. For the first time, her voice turned cold: "So you came to find me?"

silence.

“You are different, Freylan.”

"Everyone says you are one of the moderates," the uninvited guest in the void said calmly after a moment, "but I know you are different."

The woman in the straw hat named Freylan remained silent.

"You were the one who facilitated that unprecedented collaboration between radicals and moderates twelve years ago."

The uninvited guest's voice echoed across the dock: "You've seen something higher, farther, and more meaningful."

"Instead of merely rebelling against the two emperors, or recreating the so-called glory of magic users—you know, that's not the meaning of our existence."

"We cannot sever ties with our past, and magic users are not necessarily a higher form of life," the figure in the void said calmly.

"Compared to the anger and resentment of others, you are willing to quietly weave nets in this unknown fishing village."

"I think you should be able to understand me."

However, the woman in the straw hat simply shook her head slowly: "Then you should go find Ji Lai, he is on your side—at least, you once fought side by side."

The hollow voice paused again.

"Don't associate me with that pervert," the visitor from the void said with a hint of emotion for the first time. "Those who fight alongside you are not necessarily your friends."

The woman wearing a straw hat slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"What's the point of all that you've said?"

She pulled her straw hat down to block the rising sun: "We all know how complicated it is to become a mage, from 'object' to 'essence'."

The voice in the void remained silent.

The woman in the straw hat continued in her steady voice, "He—that newcomer must have had a mentor who spent countless hours searching for such a person during the more than six hundred years since magic disappeared, preparing all the conditions for him, gathering all the resources, and ultimately helping him become a magic master, just like Macintosh was to you."

The woman sighed: "Regardless of which faction he belongs to—I'm afraid he already has someone he belongs to."

She switched the net to her other hand, shook it, and seemed a little tired.

But the woman's words were quickly refuted.

"Do not."

“I met him when he knocked on the door.”

The dry voice sounded somewhat unsteady: "At the time, he was flustered and terrified, seemingly completely unprepared for the knocking and underestimated the threat posed by the two emperors—what kind of guide would make such a mistake?"

The woman paused slightly, then slowly raised her head: "The Magic Queen..."

“He couldn’t possibly be a student of the two emperors—you saw them both knocking on the door instantly and fighting each other without a care in the world,” the stranger in the void seemed to know what the woman was going to ask, and continued, “How many years has it been since B and Errol were silenced together in the Triumph City? They haven’t been this out of control and disheveled?”

The woman wearing a straw hat remained silent for a long time.

“I understand,” she said calmly a few minutes later. “You’re wondering if that newcomer might not have had a mentor at all?”

"After all, there are still remnants of the three great magic towers remaining in some places—which could help him become a magic master, right?"

The visitor in the void confirmed her guess:

"of course."

"Until the higher-ups of the Three Towers, in alliance with the Empire and the Church, intervened..."

"Back then, the 'Genius Twins' gave a total of thirty-six lectures at the Seat of All Laws. Their collection of lectures, 'Introduction to Magic Energy,' has been reprinted countless times, not to mention the countless handwritten copies and notes."

"Even a disaster like the Cleansing Project cannot destroy them all."

“That newcomer is very likely a ‘lone wolf,’ just like Ji Lai.”

“I believe that radicals, moderates, Bloodthorn, Black Orchid, and even Ji Lai are all now eager to make their move—especially people like L, who are willing to turn the world upside down to find him.”

“Once they show any abnormality, the setting sun, the rising sun, the bright moon, the dark night, and even the nations of the world and the seven kings of hell will soon notice something is wrong.”

"If they never find him, or if one of them does, then so be it..."

"But if two or more parties discover him at the same time..."

The woman wearing a straw hat looked at the line where the sea and sky met and gently tightened her grip on the fishing net.

“I need your help, Freylan. I need you to pinpoint his location,” the Void Visitor said earnestly. “If you truly, as I think, do not wish to see the world get worse.”

The sounds of waves and seagulls came alternately.

The woman wearing a straw hat remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the woman sighed and said softly, "I can't find him."

"What do you mean?" the dry voice asked suspiciously. "With your abilities, you can lock onto anyone the moment they knock on the door, can't you?"

The woman nodded slowly: "Yes, I felt it when he knocked on the door; he was there day and night."

The voice that came from the void contained a slight hint of elation:
"This is good news, Su Ye has three weapons, but they are all concentrated in Qilin Holy City... The bad news is, they are also very close to Bloodthorn..."

But at that moment, the woman mentioned a second place name:
"And there's the End of the Sea."

His dry, hoarse voice seemed a little slow to register what was happening. He paused for a moment, then asked a question:

"what?"

“When he knocked on the door, it was also at the end of the sea,” the woman explained calmly.

"How is this possible?" The visitor in the void could hardly believe it: "From Su Ye to the End Sea..."

However, the woman in the straw hat ignored him and instead lowered her head, speaking to herself:

"The Great Desert".

"Deep in the twilight, in a secluded forest."

Against the backdrop of the sea and sky, she continued talking on the dock as she mended fishing nets, rattling off place names one after another: "And Quegur Glacier, Ravencry Town, Starry Marshland, Beili Grassland, Leap Horse Plain, Heroic Soul Fortress, Devil's Sea, Dragon Sky City..."

The woman wearing a straw hat trembled slightly in her hand, inadvertently ruining a knot in her net.

Her words conveyed a sense of composure and seriousness:

"I sensed things in more places than just these!"

"The moment he knocked on the door, it was as if he stood in every corner of the world and then entered his true self."

"So, I can't find him."

She reached out and adjusted her bamboo hat: "I'm afraid the two emperors are the same."

Once again, no sound came from the void.

The woman looked at the fishing net in her hand again and slowly shook her head: "We can't pinpoint his location."

Another wave crashed in, and the woman on the dock fell silent.

"So, there's nothing we can do?"

The sound from the void was rather hollow.

The woman raised her head and adjusted her straw hat.

“Not necessarily,” she said slowly. “The fact that he can knock on the door means that he is already a fully-fledged mage.”

“He may lack a guide and be unaware of his own power,” the woman said calmly. “From the supernatural to the legends—pay attention to unusual news from all over the place; his lack of experience will eventually be exposed.”

"So," a dry voice came through, "we can only rely on these to find him?"

The woman wearing the straw hat did not speak.

A slightly larger wave crashed in, splashing her linen dress.

"Okay, last question."

The voice from the void seemed somewhat dejected. He tentatively asked, "Toros—what is his reaction to this news?"

The woman wearing a straw hat paused slightly in her hand.

A seagull flew over a wave, but returned empty-handed, and could only continue flying back to its nest.

"how could I know."

The woman spoke slowly.

“But he is, after all, your guide,” the Void Visitor continued, “just as Macintosh was my guide.”

“Then you should know as well as I do, Sager,” the woman in the straw hat said slowly, her words carrying a hint of contempt.
"Starting from the Second Civil War..."

"When has he ever interfered in our affairs?"

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What does a giant dragon look like?

Thales stared blankly up at the enormous figure, which appeared to be tens or even hundreds of meters tall, in the blue flame.

Dark red scales reflecting the firelight covered its body in layers, while a pair of broad dragon wings were elegantly tucked behind its giant claws, making it look like a graceful and noble lady wearing a gorgeous dress and cloak.

Its unique yet smooth facial curves, coupled with its naturally long and elegant neck and the black horns extending backwards from its head, add an awe-inspiring magnificence to the dragon's mystery.

If you ignore its menacing and terrifying spikes.

In that instant, Thales suddenly realized something: were those little black monsters in Giza modeled after dragons?
The crimson dragon stared at the multi-headed serpent howling in pain on the ground, but its body remained motionless, seemingly indifferent.

Kilica's last tentacle, burning with blue flames, trembled as it reached out towards it.

The crimson dragon twisted its neck, its eyes revealing an emotion that Thales could recognize: disdain.

Kilica's tentacles eventually burned out halfway through, helplessly turning into ashes and falling to the ground.

As the flesh and blood were burned away, the blue flames seemed to have their own consciousness, ceasing to burn and slowly extinguishing.

Thales held his breath, trembling as he looked at everything before him.

Oh My God.

dragon.

It exists.

"Crash..."

The next moment, the dragon turned its massive body without warning, causing a large area of ​​ruins in the shield zone to groan under the strain.

Thales shrank back in fright.

The dragon landed on its claws, turning its body and neck, its equally gracefully curved tail swishing to maintain its balance.

"Rumble..."

The tremendous rumble of earth and rocks testifies to the sheer size of this colossal entity.

Then, the dark red dragon lowered its head slightly and turned towards the ground.

Turning to two insignificant figures.

Thales felt a jolt run through his entire body!
No way?
How could it...?

The dragon looked at the two children.

Two children who looked dirty, disheveled, and in a sorry state.

Thales was trembling uncontrollably, craning his neck to look into the other person's eyes.

Those bright, amber-colored eyes remained motionless, as if possessing a magical power, locking him firmly in their field of vision.

The little rascal was trembling too, clinging tightly to his arm.

Before arriving in the North, Thales had envisioned all the possible scenarios he might encounter: kings, dukes, nobles, soldiers, commoners... even magic users and vampires, and even so-called elves like Edda. He considered how to react in each situation.

He never considered the situation he was in.

A giant dragon?
What a joke!
Thales stared at the dragon's seemingly meaningful gaze and felt a chill run down his spine.

What do you mean by that?
At least give some kind of response.

What's the point of just watching without saying anything?

Just then, the little rascal's voice, trembling slightly, drifted over:
"Crimson Wings... Azure Flames..."

The little rascal trembled violently, his face pale, his lips blue, and he said in a shaky voice:

"That is……"

"Your Majesty Chloreth!"

Thales shuddered violently!
His mouth gaped open as he turned around in disbelief.

“Heavens…” Thales stammered, “The Queen of the Sky?”

The little rascal trembled like a leaf, yet with a strange excitement, pulling him along and affirming, "Yes...yes..."

“Ext’s…”

"Your Majesty the First Queen!"

Thales felt a little dizzy.

He took several deep breaths before turning his head back and tilting it back as high as possible.

He looked at those huge, bright yellow eyes—the pure black pupils inside gave off a tremendous sense of oppression.

Look at the legendary dragon that has been missing for over six hundred years.

Thales's gaze couldn't help but shift slightly, looking towards the Sky Cliff in the distance, and towards the Nekaru statue on it.

In that instant, Thales gazed at the dragon's enormous body, then at the cliff of the sky.

He felt as if he knew why she—the Queen of the Sky—had left Exter and never returned:

If Skycliff really is the Sky Queen's palace...

Thales roared inwardly:
With her size, there's simply no room for her!

These unfilial descendants of Naikaru—they did it on purpose, didn't they?

Just then, the dragon exhaled a heavy breath from its nostrils.

"boom!"

A powerful gust of air swept across the small patch of ground, sending Thales and the little rascal staggering about!
Thales managed to regain his balance. The dragon's head was slightly turned, but its eyes remained fixed on them.

In that instant, her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of amusement and impatience.

Thales was startled.

He thought of something and nudged the little rascal behind him.

“Hey,” Thales said nervously in a low voice, glancing at the dragon’s increasingly hostile gaze, “I remember you said…”

"Is there a specific set of etiquette for meeting the Queen of the Sky?"

The little rascal was stunned for a moment, then gasped.

"Yes, I just forgot," the little girl said in a panic, not daring to look up at the dragon. She timidly added, "Dragons abhor rudeness and disrespect!"

Thales understood immediately, and he suddenly tugged at the little rascal's sleeve.

"What do we do?" he asked through gritted teeth. "I think it's time!"

The little rascal snapped out of his daze and quickly spoke up.

And so, under the dragon's watchful eye, the two children comically began to bow, following the little rascal's instructions.

"First, we, we must kneel down on one knee..."

The little rascal stammered, but as she talked more and more, her narration became smoother and smoother.

They knelt on the ground.

"You must kneel on your right knee!" the little rascal corrected sternly. "Kneeling on the left knee is what the newlywed husband and wife do when they exchange vows at ancient northern weddings!"

The second prince quickly and obediently switched legs, his movements somewhat clumsy and sluggish.

“Then, like the military ceremonies and knighthoods of the ancient empires, clench your right fist and place it against your chest,” the little rascal’s words became more and more fluent, as if he had forgotten his fear of the dragon: “Your left hand should hang down naturally.”

Thales simply ignored the little rascal's words and, seeing what he was doing, quickly followed suit.

"Respectfully bow your head... for at least three seconds..."

The dragon remained motionless, watching them intently, with only the breath it exhaled from its nostrils creating gentle breezes that reminded them of its presence.

"Then, one by one, we respectfully gave our full names..."

The little rascal stammered, "Your Majesty the Great Sky Queen, Her Majesty Chloreth..."

"I'm……"

"I'm……"

Thales frowned: he realized that the little rascal had suddenly gotten stuck.

The little rascal seemed flustered, stammering, "I am... that... that..."

Thales' heart skipped a beat. He remembered something crucial, and quickly nudged the girl with his elbow, whispering, "Selma!"

The little rascal jumped, and instinctively blurted out, "I'm Selma..."

The little rascal trembled slightly, seemingly unaccustomed to the name.

No.

Thales murmured to himself: She's thinking of something.

Sure enough, when she mentioned the next name, her voice even started to tremble with tears.

“Selma Alex…” Little Sly’s voice began to change.

Tears began to fall from her lowered face.

“Alex…”

She seemed to remember something, paused, and looked on the verge of tears.

The dragon's eyelids tightened slightly.

Her gaze toward the rascal turned sharp.

Thales gritted his teeth.

He reached out and gently grasped the little rascal's left wrist.

The little rascal trembled slightly.

She turned her head and glanced at Thales.

Thales nodded slightly and returned a firm, encouraging look.

The little rascal swallowed hard, seemingly regaining a bit of courage. She straightened her posture and spoke in a still stuttering, trembling voice, but at least no longer stammering:

“I am Selma Alex…Suriel…Walton…”

"From Dragon Sky City..."

"It is an honor...an honor to have the privilege of meeting you."

The little rascal finally finished speaking. She was panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat, as if she had just gone through a strenuous exercise.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the second prince took a deep breath, lowered his head as if imitating him, and calmly said in the most composed and respectful tone he could think of:

"Great Sky Queen, Your Majesty Chloreth."

“I am Thales Seranjelana Kessel Star.”

“From Yongxing City.”

"It is an honor to have an audience with you."

After saying that, Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"And then?" He asked, head down, nudging the girl beside him.

This time, the little rascal's answer was simple: "Wait."

So they knelt down quietly and waited.

They dared not make a sound, dared not raise their heads, dared not move.

I don't know how many minutes passed.

All I could hear was the howling of the cold wind and the crackling of flames.

Finally, Thales couldn't contain himself any longer.

He slightly raised his head.

The little rascal saw his actions and turned pale with fright.

Thales glanced up at the sky.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked, because once he did, Thales was suddenly shocked!
Seeing Thales's expression, the little rascal couldn't help but look up as well.

Then she froze in shock.

A huge, scaly head was hovering above them!

What the hell!

Thales was breathing incredibly fast.

The Queen of the Sky had already bowed her head.

The nearest scale on its nose was less than a foot away from them.

The dragon turned its head, revealing its right eye, a bright amber-yellow pupil that drew ever closer to them.

It was as if they wanted to get a good look at them.

This action made Thales gasp for breath!
Thales knelt on the ground, stunned.

In that instant, he almost forgot everything around him; his eyes were only on the giant dragon.

The little rascal was trembling slightly, his breathing becoming labored.

The dragon's eyes reflected the figures and faces of the two people.

There were two children, their faces pale with fright, staring blankly, frozen in place—if you only looked at their reflections, many people would probably find it quite comical.

Unfortunately, they are now the main characters in these two reflections.

Neither of them dared to utter a sound.

He just stared blankly at the dragon.

She was allowed to look them over.

A moment later, the dragon pulled its head back slightly, its oppressive eyes and pupils leaving their sight.

Thales then took another breath.

Then, something unexpected happened.

The little rascal suddenly shuddered, let out a terrified "Ah!", and shrank back!
The little rascal frantically looked around.

Thales quickly turned his gaze and stared intently at the dragon.

Did she do anything?

However, the dragon remained motionless.

The little rascal finally quieted down, staring blankly at the dragon.

Thales felt a sense of doubt.

The next moment, the little rascal's panicked words continued: "Ah...yes...no...yes...right...thank you...um..."

Thales stared in disbelief as the little rascal muttered to himself.

This girl...

Crazy?
The next second, the little rascal shouted again:
"what!"

She frantically ripped the glasses off her face with a speed that was almost faster than swatting a mosquito!
Then, trembling, she held the tattered, old black-rimmed glasses in her hands with utmost respect, as if they were priceless treasures.

The girl trembled like a leaf, almost crying: "I, I really didn't know... I didn't know this was something you used... They just threw it at me... I was wrong... I'm sorry... I really didn't know..."

Thales looked incredulously at the little rascal, then at the glasses in her hand, and then at the Queen of the Sky.

Are they... having a conversation?
How did you do it?
At that moment, the Sky Queen suddenly moved!
She then stuck her nose toward the little rascal.

Thales was startled!
What is she going to do?
The next moment, the Sky Queen exhaled a slight breath through her nostrils!

"call!"

The powerful gust of air made it impossible for the two to open their eyes; they could only bury their heads tightly in their arms.

A moment later, the airflow stopped.

Only after confirming that everything was safe did Thales raise his head with lingering fear.

He looked at the Sky Queen—and saw that the dragon's ferocious jaw was slightly curved.

Like—Thales didn’t know why the thought came to her—like she was grinning wickedly?
A sacred dragon, the founding queen of Exter, was actually... grinning wickedly?
Isn't that too unserious?

But he soon found himself overwhelmed with his own problems.

[A Shining Star?]

A majestic and awe-inspiring, heavy and deafening female voice resounded in his heart!

You said your name is Canxing?

"Ah!" Thales cried out in surprise, falling backward and landing hard on his backside.

He looked around in fear.

Nothing.

He didn't realize what was happening until he saw the little rascal giving him a hard time.

Thales sat on the ground and turned his head in disbelief—to look at the dragon.

The Queen of the Sky is staring at him.

Still motionless.

Apart from……

There is no need to be afraid; this is how dragons communicate with mortals.

Again!
That sound seemed to suddenly emerge from the ear, or even from the depths of the heart!

Yes, it's in your heart!
Thales stared blankly at the dragon.

Are you a descendant of Tormund?

Thales looked around in disbelief.

But he finally took a deep breath.

Thales swallowed hard, stared at the dragon, and said with difficulty, "Yes... I am a descendant of the King of Restoration, a member of the Starry Sky family."

The scene was somewhat eerie.

It was like Thales talking to a dragon.

You have a good name.

The dragon's amber eyes remained fixed on him.

It made him feel uneasy.

[This is rarely seen in either the genealogy of the Star Kingdom or the Imperial Family—who came up with it?]

Thales took a deep breath, blinked, and couldn't suppress the tension in his heart.

“Thank you,” he stammered, trying to keep his voice from trembling too much. “Taylor, this is…this is the name my adoptive father gave me.”

Thales suddenly noticed that he couldn't discern which language the other person was speaking in his mind.

But he could understand it.

【No. 】

The dragon continued to speak in his mind in a magical language.

But the Sky Queen's face remained motionless.

I was referring to your second name.

Thales was slightly taken aback.

His expression changed drastically when he finally understood what the dragon meant.

A second name?
That is……

[Serenity...Je...La...Na...]

A voice with a strange, melodious quality resonated in his heart!

That rhythm and cadence, it's like...

It's like reciting poetry.

It seems to contain a captivating power and secret.

Thales stared blankly at the Sky Queen.

The dragon turned its amber eyes and stared intently at him.

Her Majesty the Queen's voice rang out once more:
[A beautiful dragon-language name.]

Thales was jolted!
The next moment, the dragon suddenly spread its wings!

"call--"

A strong wind came.

Thales and the little rascal had no choice but to cling to each other tightly to resist the fierce wind!
In a storm that seemed to rise out of nowhere, the dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

"Roar……"

It almost shattered Thales' eardrums!

The next second, the dragon's body leaped into the air.

"boom!"

A huge tremor shook them both, knocking them to the ground once again.

The strong winds continued to lash out.

A dozen seconds later, the sound of the wind subsided.

Thales then barely opened his eyes and looked up at the sky amidst the little rascal's sobs.

In his field of vision, the Queen of the Sky spread her broad, enormous wings, leaving an unforgettable silhouette against the backdrop of blue firelight.

Her figure grew smaller and smaller.

It eventually disappeared into the deep darkness.

They can no longer be seen.

This volume has come to an end.

The plot wasn't handled well; it should have been divided into two volumes, with the first volume titled "Blood Suspicion" and the second volume titled "Dancing with Dragons."

The next volume will soon surpass one million words.

As I write this, I have many feelings, but they are all trivial matters and heartbreaking complaints, not worth mentioning.

The title of this chapter is specially intended to comfort the readers who had a fever a few days ago. "All the good names have been taken by others 2", which means Mantou Girl - may your BL (Boys' Love) work in the group get better and better.

Please look forward to the next volume:
Dragon Blood

Foreword:
In countless bard poems, the blood of dragons is a symbol of power.

It is also a deadly poison.

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