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SEVERAL wyverns flew through the sky cleared of rain. One of them carried two figures, one red, one blue.
“I’m happy you are satisfied with the outcome,” Shurei said teasingly while he steered his variant mount.
The wound in his chest had already healed. It was nothing to heal this fake body so long as he still had the energy left to do so.
Riding with him was the blue prince. He sighed with an expression that said he’d been had. “How could I not be satisfied after seeing that! You planned it to go that way from the beginning.”
“Ah-haha! I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Shurei roared with laughter.
Shurei never wanted to abandon his bungling daughter or her adopted child, but he was well aware of what the Flight of the Shilneer Ocean thought, and there were some concessions he couldn’t make as a dragon king.
He considered several options, but what he could do depended entirely on Lushera. And it turned out perhaps as good as it possibly could have. He was relieved it didn’t end with him killing her.
She showed them a dignity that brought pride in the name of the dragons. It was an iron will that made the natural world do as you commanded, something which came naturally to those with power, to dragons, but perhaps too much for a human to handle.
In the end, he just gave the girl a little push on the back. With how she turned out, she shouldn’t sully the name of the Shilneer flight either.
With that, the Flight of the Shilneer Ocean agreed to help. The rest they could leave to Kaphal.
A flight couldn’t take part in a battle between humanoids. More than anything, they had to prevent a second coming of that tragic war, the Human-Dragon War, where humanoids and dragons killed each other for rule of the world.
Both humanoids and dragons shared that goal of preventing such a war again. Humanoids are strictly forbidden from targeting dragon flights, and dragon flights don’t fight humanoids. The only dragons that fought humanoids were those who had left a flight, even if only temporarily.
The only thing Shurei could do for his daughter was give her a small gift and pray that everything went well. For both her, and his adopted granddaughter.
“The king of Bermarl seems to have mellowed, looking so happy to be liked by a human of all things,” said the blue prince with venom. He could be so frank because they were so close.
“What about you? Are you sure you don’t want to reveal who you are? Blue, making yourself appear young,” said Shurei in retaliation, a cutting criticism towards his passenger who never even introduced himself to Lushera. “Perhaps she would have started calling you ‘Grandpa.’”
“For the love of—!” The blue prince, really Togul, the king of the Shilneer dragons, looked as shocked as if someone had forced a spear down his throat. He must have imagined something so overwhelmingly menacing that he was left speechless. “You’re a crafty bastard even after all these years!”
“Aaah-hahaha!”
The blue dragon king looked away, as if trying to hide his feelings, and the red dragon king burst into laughter. The guffaws, as bright as the sun, echoed all the way to the ground, scaring the birds flying towards the first signs of the setting sun.