Chapter 621 - Dying King

Far away from the city of Afurnae, a massive crater could be seen with a nearby mountain that appeared to be chipped off.

Laid at the center of the crater was the king of the Golden Dragon Kingdoms. His eyes opened wide before he gritted his teeth.

"Guha!" The king coughed out blood then he immediately took a slow inhale. His jaws were trembling and his golden luxurious wings already lost their splendor. 

His ears twitched. He heard footsteps. It was slow and calm footsteps, however as the sound got louder and louder, his thumping heart also beat furiously. 

(I have faced many foes) said the king as he got his upper body up by using his forearms. He felt incredibly weak and he could feel that his life was unsustainable. (But this man, and that elf-like woman, I've never seen nor heard someone that ridiculously strong).

"Incredible," said the king as blood leaked out of his mouth. 

"Hm?" Assid raised his eyebrows.

Despite the devastating landscape, not a single stain of blood appeared on his butler suit. His eyes were sharp as always even when standing in front of the defeated king. He didn't mind a little farse with him.

"You're already dead," said Assid before he crossed his arms, proving his role as the general. "What do you want to ask?"

"Tch! Ha, hahaha!" the king laughed in the face of his inevitable adversity. Demise was certain that his kingdom will die along with him. He knew his son won't survive the carnage of the elf-woman. A dragon losing to an elf was unprecedented from all history that he knew of, but yet, it happened to him. All it took was one surprise kick before his meridian snapped entirely.

The king looked at the one that was going to finish him off. 

"To think that a mortal can destroy not one, but two whole kingdoms, laughable," muttered the king. "Did we degrade so much?"

"No," answered Assid.

"Hahaha," the king laughed. He knew he was dead. There was no need to plea for his life, but questions that lingered inside his mind must be answered.

"I assume that you don't have a backing?" asked Assid.

"Hah! The Golden Dragon needs no such thing! We are a dragon, a pure race of Golden Dragon! We are the backing for others!" said the king proudly as he showed his bloodied teeth.

"I see," Assid took his answer. 

"Who are you," asked the king.

"My name is Assid," answered the butler.

"Why is someone as powerful as you, and I suppose the other two as well, be working and bowing at a youngster like him? Don't you want a kingdom of your own? People to adore you? Why are you serving him instead? With power like that, you three could even go to Second Heaven, no, maybe even all the way to Fourth Heaven!"

An exploding thunder was heard before the clouds shifted to a darker shade. A clear drop of water from above was heard before a downpour followed. The lightning was vehemently loud as if they tried to destroy the very ground both of them were standing.

Assid pulled out a black umbrella before he walked a step further. He was looking at the king drenched with his blood mixed with the rain.

"I don't have such desire," answered Assid. 

"?!" the king's eyes opened wide. (W-What is he saying? Why wouldn't anyone want to rule?!).

"T-Then! Why do you serve him? Why do you serve, Lyon Torga," said the king. It was the biggest question in his mind. He was able to see through about anyone but not the youngster from the Mortal World. There was certain randomness that even he couldn't fathom.

"For he is my emperor," said Assid. 

"Heh," The king scoffed. "What is his background? Why does he have three blessings? I doubt even someone of higher strata would have such benefit."

"Background? He needs no such thing," scoffed Assid as he mimicked the king's answer from before. "As for the other question, who said that he only has three blessings?"

"What?!" the king immediately exclaimed before a certain young man that was smirking appeared in his mind. He couldn't believe what Assid was saying, but he knew that it was true. There was no need for a man as professional and powerful as him, to lie against a soon-to-be deadman.

"True Dragon, and the other two, you mean he has more?!"

Assid didn't nod. His eyes were as indifferent as ever.

"Who is he?!" asked the king before he coughed out blood and a vehemently loud thunder followed.

Assid's face was covered with the flash but his eyes still remained the same. 

"His name, is Emperor Lyon Torga. You wouldn't know," said Assid.

The king furrowed his eyebrows but Assid continued.

"However," he said calmly, "Do you know someone called, Laravan?"

"What?" asked the king.

"Laravan, Aciel Laravan," said Assid.

"!!" The king's pupils immediately shrunk before he hurriedly said, "How do you know that name?!"

"Oh?" Assid kept his brows neutral. "So you do know him."

"Him?! He is one of our founding fathers! My late father always told me his story, a legendary figure that was untouched even by the sky! Legend said that he purposely travel around the world in an effort to break through his cultivation level. He could bath in the spatial storm for years! Even the Seventh Heaven, Paradise, welcomed him with open arms."

There was no hurry, Assid let him finish his words.

The king soon found himself panting madly before he furrowed his eyebrows, "Why... did you mention him?"

"Then your founding fathers know who my emperor is," said Assid as another vehemently loud thunder ensued.

The king opened his eyes wide as his trembling lips muttered, "W-What.."

"His identity is not something of your level to know," said Assid. "Aciel Laravan, that man, or should I say dragon..."

"Feared him..." 

The king's eyes opened wide in disbelief before his head was cleanly severed.