Walking into the halls of the ruined castle of the fallen kingdom, Abraham found himself staring at the decors of serpentine beastfolks. Despite the devastated state of the structure, they remained intact, keeping themselves to the walls. Explore stories on mvl
"It's beautiful." He murmured while gazing at all kinds of statues and paintings throughout the long-winding halls. Laplace glanced at him with a smile, placing both of her hand at her back and remarked. "I wouldn't have picked it, if it wasn't."
"Is the owner of this place dead?" Abraham questioned, curious about the monarch that had owned the castle beforehand. The edges of the dragoness's lips rose as she calmly responded with a tinge of sarcasm. "The king couldn't abandon the castle."
"For without it, he wouldn't be a king at all." Laplace stated the reason why the king didn't leave along with the evacuating citizens nor did he even agree to their evacuation. He was afraid of losing his power once the country was lost.
"I see... I guess it is what it is." Abraham muttered to himself, nodding in understanding. Perhaps death was better for the king than the lost of authority that would come after the fall of the kingdom. Especially if he wasn't extremely popular with the people.
"Anyhow, Abraham. I'm curious about the development of the United World Government. How far of our country had grown?" She tilted her head, wondering about the advancement they had made regarding their sovereignty within the Ferus Sea.
"Development, huh? Well, I guess immigration is increasing by the moment. Beastfolks and humans alike are entering our country, mostly landing themselves into Dawn City. To be honest, the city had grown spectacularly large, there should be more than two hundred thousand people in it by now."
"They call Dawn City as the City of Opportunity, I don't know where they got that from. At any rate, most of them come from the Frontier, and their immigration is constantly affecting surrounding countries. This cause our relationship with them to be rather tense."
Abraham sighed to himself as he had already decided to not intervene with the United World Government until the completion of the Naval Task. Things seemed to be going well, of course, he hoped it would go well.
"While keeping it would give us a semblance of stability in the surrounding sea region, we can't stop destiny from taking what it had claimed. If it collapses, it collapses. There's no need for the United World Government to intervene with the politics of foreign powers."
"Alright, though I didn't expect by husband to be so rigorous, but that's what I love about you." Laplace smirked at Abraham, who glanced away, pretending to not understand the meaning of her words. Before the two could continue conversing however, a voice interrupted the two of them.
"Mother, is that Father?" It was a soft-spoken voice, akin to that of a child. When Abraham heard it, his eyebrows rose as he turned towards the direction of the voice. In the long-winded hall was a small girl wearing a pearly white summer dress of some kind.
The little girl's hair was pitch-black as her golden irises shimmered with radiance, like Laplace's. Silver dragon-like horns protruded from her head along with an ivory-tinted tail laying behind her. An aloof expression covered her face as she held a dragon plushy in-between her small fingers.
She was a beautiful little one, and mostly importantly, very cute.
Abraham glanced at Laplace as though asking for confirmation. The dragoness smugly nodded as she ran onward to give the little girl a tight hug. "My cute little lizard," She pinched the little girl's cheeks, snuggling her face.
The little girl could barely resist the onslaught of her mother. She was within the dragoness's mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it. Abraham stood behind the snuggling Laplace, and also softly touch the little girl's cheeks.
Only one word could escaped his mouth.
"Cute..."