Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Deep within the distant Eternal Night Mountains, the sacrifice and transformation within the Dragon's Nest Chamber are silently coming to an end.

But under the same sky, far from the dragons' territory, in the capital of the human empire, another storm is quietly brewing.

The Violet Duke's Mansion in the capital of Holy Radiance.

The soft morning light filtered through the exquisitely carved window frames, dappling the boy's bedroom, which had been empty for over a decade.

The room is always well-maintained, spotless, elegant and clean, yet it always exudes a sense of desolation as if the place were deserted.

Duchess Ophelia sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen, with fine red blood vessels under them, clearly having not slept all night again.

Ever since the devastating news of the Eternal Night Rift battlefield and the news that Luo Ye had allegedly defected to the Dragon Clan and was now missing, the usually dignified and elegant Duchess has been sitting here day and night, unable to eat or sleep.

Her fingertips gently traced the mottled picture frame. On the paper was a crooked little figure, small in stature, yet holding a spear taller than itself, grinning and revealing a gap in its teeth.

Behind them are countless dragons of various shapes and sizes, some spreading their wings as if about to take flight, others coiled and resting. Although each stroke is ridiculously naive, it is drawn with exceptional care.

Beside the drawing was a line of crooked, childish handwriting: "I want to be the most powerful dragon knight on the entire continent and conquer all the dragons!"

Familiar memories surged up instantly, so clear as if they happened just yesterday.

It was a lazy early summer afternoon, with the warm sunlight streaming into the study.

Six-year-old Luo Ye lay on the table, his little hands gripping a thick calligraphy brush, carefully drawing and painting, getting ink stains all over his face and hands, looking just like a little black cat.

After finishing the drawing, he proudly held up the paper to show her, saying, "Mom! Look! I'm going to be the most powerful dragon knight!"

"I want to make contracts with every dragon on this continent! I also want to ride back on the biggest dragon to take you to see the scenery in the sky!"

At that time, Ophelia was only in her early twenties, in the prime of her life.

She smiled and hugged the little guy, who was covered in the scent of ink. She lowered her head and kissed his soft cheek, replying tenderly and affectionately, "Okay, Mother is waiting for my Ye'er to return in triumph."

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye.

Time is merciless, turning her temples white, deepening the fine lines around her eyes, and smoothing out the gentleness of time.

But the child who promised to travel the world and return on a dragon to fetch her is now missing and his fate unknown.

Ophelia's eyes reddened again.

"Ye'er...where are you...?"

She murmured softly, her fingertips tracing the childish handwriting, and suddenly laughed. As she laughed, tears fell again.

"Conquer all the dragons..."

She didn't know where her son was now, or whether he was really "abducted by the Black Dragon and his fate was unknown" as the military said, but deep down, she always felt that he was still alive.

Her child, at the age of six, ventured alone into the Monster Forest to hunt ferocious beasts, and at the age of eight, resolutely left home to travel the continent alone. For ten years, he wandered through wind and rain, relying on his own strength to roam the world, never relying on the power of his family.

How could such a resilient and stubborn child easily perish? How could he possibly betray his country and defect to the enemy?

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in the front hall.

Ophelia's heart tightened. She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to go out.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the front hall of the Duke's mansion was so oppressive that it was suffocating; the air seemed to have frozen solid.

Raymond Violet sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a dark formal suit, his posture upright, his back straight like a thousand-year-old pine tree, just like his appearance when he guarded the North and fought on the battlefield, never bending.

But only his bloodshot eyes, filled with weariness and gloom, betrayed the torment and anxiety this iron-blooded duke had endured for days.

In just a few months, this once mighty duke, who had dominated the battlefield and commanded respect in his region, had already noticed a few strands of white hair appear at his temples.

Ophelia walked lightly to his side, sat down gently, and quietly reached out to hold her husband's large hand.

In the very center of the hall, an envoy in brocade robes stood solemnly, dressed in magnificent royal attire and wearing a gilded feather crown, his expression arrogant.

He held a scroll of sheepskin edict high in his hands, solemn and dignified.

Seeing that everyone was in place, the envoy cleared his throat and spoke loudly:

"By order of His Majesty the King—"

"Loye Violet, the second son of the Duke of Violet, betrayed the kingdom and colluded with the dragons, causing the dragon-hunting team's plan to fail and suffer heavy losses!"

"After deliberation by the Privy Council, His Majesty the King has decreed that the Duke of Violet's Mansion shall bear full responsibility for all losses incurred in this Dragon Hunting Operation!"

Ignoring the changing expressions on the faces of the crowd, the envoy continued to read the imperial edict:

"Effective immediately, all military and political duties of the Duke's residence are suspended, all external access routes to the Duke's residence are sealed off, and a thorough investigation is to be conducted."

"No member of the Duke's mansion may leave the capital without authorization until the truth is ascertained."

"Furthermore, His Majesty the King has stated—"

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Raymond, and his speech slowed by a fraction.

"Your Grace, His Majesty remembers your heroic deeds seventeen years ago when you braved a thousand miles alone, crossed a horde of beasts, and risked your life to save the Emperor. He is reluctant to criticize you."

"However, the country has its laws, and matters involving the dragon race are of utmost importance. We hope that Your Excellency will prioritize the greater good, actively cooperate with the investigation, and refrain from letting personal feelings interfere with national affairs."

He put away the parchment and bowed slightly: "Your Grace, I was merely following orders. Please forgive me."

These words were like a poisonous thorn, piercing the hearts of every Violet family member present.

The Duchess's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the grip on her husband's fingers tightened abruptly.

Duke Raymond remained silent, but deep within his eyes surged an intense, suppressed rage.

"That's utter nonsense!"

Just then, a tall and slender figure strode out, his posture dashing and his aura imposing.

It was Theodore Violet, the eldest son of the Violet family and Luo Ye's elder brother.

At just over twenty years old, his features were seven parts similar to Raymond's, but he possessed a youthful sharpness and stubbornness that his usually composed father lacked.

He strode up to the envoy, neither servile nor arrogant, his gaze sharp and direct, showing no sign of yielding:

"Sir, you must provide evidence before you speak!"

"Based on just one partial battle report, you're going to condemn my brother to death for treason and collusion with the enemy?"

"Where are the witnesses? Where are the physical evidence? Where are the eyewitnesses?"