Book 2: Chapter 231: Symbol of Victory (3)

The silver-haired Dragon, Kendall, left his spot and Pope Casillia, raised her head.

She saw the empty chair.

She remained kneeling as she quietly observed the empty spot.

“Your Holiness.”

One of the bishops approached her.

“Has Kendall-nim left?”

“Yes.”

“Did he say that he will head north right away, your Holiness?”

“He did not say much, Bishop-nim. However, he did tell us to get a celebration ready. He also said that he will take an Inquisitor as well as some servants.”

“He is moving very quickly.”

The Pope looked the same as usual as she answered calmly.

The bishop was quiet for a moment before asking this question.

“Didn't the Lord not say anything?”

The bishop, who had heard Kendall and the Pope’s conversation outside the door, recalled what the Pope had said to Kendall.

‘It looks like you will have to go to the North, sir.’

‘Is it the Lord’s order?’

‘Yes, Oh God of Victory.’

However, the Pope had never received such an order from the Lord today.

No, she had not even reported the issue to the Lord.

“Hoohoo.”

The Pope chuckled quietly.

“Bishop-nim.”

“Yes, your Holiness.”

“Please gather all the bishops.”

“!”

There were ten bishops scattered throughout the continent.

The Pope was the only one who could summon all of them at once.

Furthermore, the Pope could only do so with the Lord’s permission.

The bishop flinched before asking with a calm look on his face.

“May I ask the reason for this summoning, your Holiness?”

The Pope was still looking at the empty chair.

“The Lord has left for a bit.”

Dragon Lord.

The Dragon Lord was the overseer for all Dragons on Aipotu as well as the single ruler of this world.

That Dragon Lord was currently absent.

“He has gone to a different dimension. I do not know the reason why, but I presume he is looking for something.”

Not even the smallest smile was on Pope Casillia's face.

“I noticed a law breaking in the North once again. We have not received any contact from the subjugation squad. Furthermore, the Haru Kingdom has the white snake. That bitch has been hiding herself so well that we have not been able to find her.”

The Pope said something crass in a calm tone but neither the bishop nor the Pope reacted to it.

“I'm certain that the subjugation squad was taken out.”

“I guess it is possible for the subjugation squad to be taken out if the white snake and the Haru Kingdom’s hidden powers stepped in.”

“That is correct. They are fake and not real, so the limits of their powers are clear.”

The Pope slowly stood up.

She raised her hand to fix her slightly messed up hair.

Shhh.

Her wide sleeves fell and revealed her arm.

Her skin, that was usually not revealed, was visible.

The inside of her arm... A portion of it resembled the scales of a reptile.

“This is our chance while the Lord is not here.”

The Pope walked up the steps and sat on the chair as she looked down.

She looked at the spot she had been kneeling and opened her mouth.

"We were the ones who bled the most and fought like dogs two hundred years ago. Bishop-nim, we fought while getting blood on our hands. I want to create a place for us, those who are neither Dragon nor human, to continue our lives.”

The bishop was silent.

The Pope continued to speak.

“However, we still remain as subordinates of the Dragons even after the cataclysmic period.

Hoo hoo.”

She quietly laughed.

“Dragons as gods?”

She mumbled while nodding her head.

“I cannot wait any longer, Bishop-nim.”

“Your Holiness, even if the Lord has left for another dimension, we have no idea when he will return. Shouldn't we be as careful as possible?”

“Bishop. I have less than one year left of my lifespan.”

The Bishop's eyes opened wide for the first time.

"Casillia-”

He called her by her name for the first time.

“Orabuni. There is no world for us Dragon half-bloods.”

The bishop read the anger and loathing in the Pope's eyes.

“I want to fill the world with chaos once again.”

She then stopped talking for a moment, allowing the Bishop to sigh and respond.

“So what do you plan on doing, your Holiness?”

“It has been two hundred years. Shouldn’t some Dragons die as well?”

“Mm.”

“It is a win if we can offer up just the Haru Kingdom to take down a Dragon.”

“...Do you think the Haru Kingdom is capable of taking down a Dragon?”

The bishop saw the Pope smile at that moment.

Her voice was extremely soft as she spoke with a gentle smile on her face.

“The White snake. That bitch should be able to take a Dragon out at the cost of her life. That bitch will never die on her own without taking out an enemy.”

"But your Holiness. Maybe that was the case before the cataclysmic period, but the current Kendall-nim... Even if he is the lowest of the ten gods, he will be too much for the white snake.”

“Hoohoo.”

Casillia quietly chuckled.

“We got some news.”

She looked at the bishop with a warm smile.

“He is by the white snake's side.”

“......!”

The Bishop was unable to understand what she meant before realizing something and asking in a nervous voice.

“...Have you found the location of that Dragon, your Holiness?”

“Yes, Bishop-nim. The Dragon who sees the past.”

One of the two Dragons who rejected the laws of this world ruled by the Dragon Lord.

"We learned that he was acting as a fortune teller and sought out his location. My goodness, a Dragon acting like a sham of a fortune teller? That was why we had not been able to find him all this time. Anyway, we received news that he is headed toward the Haru Kingdom. I'm certain that he has gone to the white snake. There was also an odd rumor in the village he had been staying at.”

The Pope stopped for a moment before saying two words.

"Dragon Hunter.”

‘A living golem...

I was a chimera.’

He was the one who had consumed the hearts of multiple Dragons.

‘How terrible.’

The longer he remained in the Black Castle and remained by the side of peace...

The Dragon half-blood's memories of the past became clearer instead of slowly disappearing.

He couldn’t help but think about what he had done in the past as well as if it was okay for him to continue living like this.

Especially-

“Isn’t it cold?”

Former Lord Sheritt walked up and gently spoke to the Dragon half-blood.

Her freckled face looked young but the years of experience visible in her eyes showed she was old enough to lap the Dragon half-blood many times.

The Dragon half-blood started to speak.

“...There is no way I would be cold, Sheritt-nim.”

How could he be cold when he was only bones?

“But still,”

Sheritt smiled and brushed off some snow by the Dragon half-blood's eyes.

The Dragon half-blood felt warmth in her touch.

He should not have any senses but he felt warmth and pain.

Lord Sheritt's child...

He was born by eating that child.

‘I don’t know.’

He couldn’t tell the emotions behind Lord Sheritt’s smile as she looked at him.

Sometimes it felt as if he could see anger...

Other times regret...

He could even see sympathy and sadness.

In addition...

He could also feel affection.

‘No.’

That should be a mistake.

Affection? Anger, regret... Yes, he could even understand sympathy.

But affection should be his mistake.

‘Yes. It is just a delusion because that is what I want.’

The Dragon half-blood ignored Sheritt and clenched his eyes shut.

"Cale said that he has decided on your name. He said he wanted to chat together once he returns from the capital.”

He pretended not to hear that.

A name?

‘I don’t want something like that.’

Yes, he just wanted to remain as the Dragon half-blood forever.

He couldn’t fully comprehend the emotion he was feeling.

However, his whole body felt cold despite not being able to feel the cold.

He felt worse now than when he had six months left to live and his whole body was continuously in unbearable pain.

‘But I don’t want to leave.’

He still wanted to stay in this place.

He wanted to remain in this Black Castle.

The Dragon half-blood felt a sense of disillusionment with himself. That was why he closed his eyes and remained in the darkness despite not needing to sleep.

Former Lord Sheritt quietly looked at the Dragon half-blood before raising her head.

The white snow continued to fall, creating a layer on top of the Dragon half-blood's black bones.

* * *

Oooooong– oooooong–

‘Ah, seriously.’

Cale felt the divine item continuing to vibrate while he was chatting with King Dennis and pulled it out.

He then flinched.

A message had arrived.

It had come from Central Plains.

< Urgent news! >

< Found a Dragon who has stealthily snuck into the Central Plains! >

‘A Dragon appeared in the Central Plains?’

< He was spotted in Sichuan! >

Cale flinched.

“What is it?”

“Human?”

He heard Eruhaben and Raon's voices behind him but Cale looked at the mirror and slowly smiled.

“...Ha.”

Sichuan.

A reason a Dragon would appear there...

There was one reason such a Dragon would stealthily sneak in.

The basement connected to the Sichuan Castle Lord's study...

That was where Cale got three items Maxillienne left behind.

The ring.

The sword.

The crown.

Of those, the ring-

‘It belongs to the Dragon Lord.’

Aipotu’s Dragon Lord. The Dragon with purple eyes was looking for that ring.

And right now, that ring-

“Human, why are you looking at Goldie gramps like that?”

“...Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ancient Dragon Eruhaben.

He had the ring in his pocket.

Basically...

‘He’s wasting his time.’

The Dragon Lord had gone to the Central Plains for no reason.

‘If that’s the case, this-’

The situation seemed to be moving in an interesting direction.

A bigger smile appeared on Cale’s face.

“Human, what is it?! Why are you smiling in such a scary manner?”

He ignored Raon’s comment.

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