He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

north.

Northgard.

Brandon, carrying Azsharax in one hand and Ignatius in the other, said with a helpless expression.

"Azsarax, please be mindful of your current status as Emperor of the North. There are things you should do and things you shouldn't do; you must be able to distinguish between them."

As he spoke, he looked at Ignatius in his other hand.

"And you, why didn't you stop the popular uprising in Azsharax in time, but instead fueled it?"

"If I hadn't discovered it in time, the news of the Northern Emperor leading a rebellion would have spread throughout the entire continent, and even beyond the Northern Continent."

After Brandon's scolding, the two petite dragon girls shrank back and remained silent in Brandon's arms.

In the end, Brandon pondered for a long time before deciding to let them go.

Less than half a second after landing, the two quickly distanced themselves from Brandon and confronted him.

"..."

Brandon looked at the scene he had expected and was at a loss for words.

Seeing Azsarax's fierce gaze, Brandon tried to persuade him.

"Azsarax, if you really want to take over the Northern Empire's government, you don't need to use this mass line approach. Your current identity is that of the Emperor of the North. As long as you can grasp all the governing principles..."

"...It's that same old argument again."

Azsarax suddenly spoke up.

"It's always the same. I am the true master of the North, and even before you came, I was already the Dragon King, revered by all in the North. But since you came, I only have a nominal title. All the power and glory I had before are now useless; they all belong to you alone..."

"Not only that, you bastard, you keep forcing me to learn all sorts of miscellaneous things, many of which are big theories that I may never be able to use in my life. Even though I grasp them very quickly each time, you always say it's not enough and immediately push more things on me, leaving me with no hope at all..."

Brandon fell silent briefly upon hearing Azsarax's sudden outpouring of anguish.

He could understand what Azsarax's most fundamental desire was: to return to the position he had before, where he could simply enjoy power and admiration without having to worry about all sorts of messy troubles.

After all, the other party is a dragon, favored by the world. Their innate power and nobility mean that they can live a carefree life most of the time.

This also leads to the other person's mindset being very similar to that of a child, often being overly idealistic and naive, believing that there really exists a right in the world where one can simply enjoy without bearing any responsibility.

Previously, when the North was occupied by various Northern lords, Azsharax could use its military might to make those Northern lords offer it false flattery.

But governing a country is not child's play, and many things cannot be perfectly resolved by force alone. The various trade-offs involved are enough to pose a huge challenge to Azsarax's pure and untainted mind.

Thinking about this, Brandon felt an even bigger headache coming on.

"Perhaps... she really isn't suited to be the Empress of the North? Would it be more appropriate to remove the title from her and give her a free life in return?"

Brandon immediately shook his head.

He knew that if he did that, he would probably only make Azsarax angrier.

Tsk…

so tired.

Just as Brandon was racking his brains about how to appease Azsarax, he heard the other man say something.

"In short, I truly can't bear to be the Emperor of the North under your shadow any longer. From this day forward, I'm leaving the North and never coming back. And I won't touch your lessons anymore. I... hate you!"

After uttering those harsh words, Azsarax grabbed Ignatius and stormed out of the palace, leaving without looking back.

During this time, Ignatius tried to dissuade him, but he was no match for the brute force displayed by Azsarax.

Brandon didn't seem too surprised when he saw this.

This marks the fourth time that Azsarax has threatened to leave home.

Every time he ran away before, the other person always came back for various reasons.

The first time was because I got lost, the second time was because I couldn't get a meal, and the third time was because an acquaintance recognized me, and I felt embarrassed, so I made an excuse to escape back.

What will be the reason for their return this time?

Brandon was contemplating whether he should chase after the official and try to persuade him again when an official approached him.

"My lord, the previous case of the lord's rebellion has been found to be a deliberate frame-up by the new capitalists, which has led to public opinion almost entirely leaning towards the lord's faction. Many people hope that you will step in to set things right."

"There was also a serious accident at the Stormlands development project yesterday, affecting a large number of people. We haven't had time to fully count the number of people yet, and we urgently need to deploy manpower to control the situation."

"By the way, someone just claimed to be from Valhalla and said they wanted to see you. We verified their identity and found it to be correct. We were wondering if you are available now?"

"Besides that, also..."

Before he could finish speaking, Brandon suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Alright, I understand. Now let's deal with the matters in Stormwind. Tell that guest to wait a moment. We can discuss the lord and the rest at the next council meeting."

After saying that, Brandon rubbed his forehead and walked straight away.

……

Meanwhile, in the open space behind the palace.

Azsarax kicked a pebble away in annoyance and said in a displeased tone.

"Ignatius, don't you think Brandon is too cold-blooded? I've already made my point so clear, but he's completely unmoved. Honestly..."

Faced with her question, Ignatius, who had been brought here by her, seemed to have encountered a problem, stammering for a long time without being able to come up with a suitable answer.

You can't say this is her fourth time leaving, and that Brandon is used to it, can you?

Also, was that last sentence really a complete and absolute statement?

Ignatius didn't know much about these things, but she could tell that Azsarax was feeling very down.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to put aside the right and wrong for now and comfort the other person first.

Let her think about it. The most appropriate way to comfort someone seems to be to first stand on the same side, and then, as far as possible without touching on their wounds, acknowledge them and make them feel valued...

"Well... umm, yes, when he was scolding me just now, he was a bit unreasonable, but luckily you were here, otherwise I'd probably still be feeling wronged."

"Am I... here?"

"Yeah, that's right! You looked really cool when you stood up and refuted that guy. Although I don't know what to do next, as long as the greatest Ice Dragon Lord is still by my side, I shouldn't have to be afraid anymore."

Faced with Ignatius's rather awkward words of comfort, Azsarax tilted his head and said with some confusion.

"Why do you sound like you care about me a lot?"

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