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Chapter 46: You’re a Dragon, That’s Good

To be honest, Roy had plenty of experience with the False King, which allowed him to come up with more ideas.

Since this move consumed a lot of energy, Roy had always treated Dragon Might as a temporary intimidation tactic, not realizing it could be used like this.

Without delay, Roy activated his bloodline, directing it at the cult leader in front of him, and lit up Dragon Might.

“So what if you win?! I will never betray the dragon race…?!”

Halfway through his sentence, Claudi suddenly froze. Under the young boy’s dark golden stare, he gasped, cold sweat pouring down.

The young boy’s eyes shimmered like lightning in a pitch-black night, radiating the unparalleled majesty and wrath of the lord of the firmament.

At that moment, Claudi recalled the day his village was reduced to ashes beneath the dragon’s feet, and that sword of dragon fire that tore through the night sky.

Claudi, prostrated on the ground, gaped with wide eyes, saliva dripping uncontrollably in sheer terror: “Y-You… you’re a dragon? Why?”

“No, how could you be a dragon? You’re of the False King’s blood? But this aura, it’s from a noble dragon, a dragon!”

Faced with the terrifying aura that felt almost tangible, Claudi could finally no longer act cocky, grabbing his hair and going wild.

Maintaining Dragon Might for a long time was extremely draining, but Roy gritted his teeth and pushed forward slowly.

Matching Claudi’s insanity, Roy replied coldly: “That’s right, I am a dragon.”

“Ah! Don’t come any closer!!!”

The last straw that broke his sanity fell, and Claudi suddenly screamed, retreating into the corner of his cage, while submissively bowing his head as if willing to be a mere servant.

A strong man comparable to a Sequence 5 was showing such a disgraceful demeanor; Roy felt some pity for him.

But soon, he remembered that Claudi’s power came from the blood of countless innocents, not knowing how many had knelt before him like this, begging for mercy.

Cultists are pathetic, but they are by no means pitiable.

No longer hesitating, Roy straightforwardly interrogated: “Now, tell me, how’s the situation in the North?”

“Y-Yes!” Claudi trembled as he replied.

“The dragon race’s main force has gathered in the North, besieging the royal capital. The battle is intense and remains deadlocked even until I left.”

Hearing this information, Roy, Charlotte, and Naz couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The royal capital has not fallen yet, and there is still hope; this information is more important than anything. Although they had speculated about it, hearing the current situation firsthand was still reassuring.

“Is His Majesty the King safe?”

“Yes, King Lionheart is still alive.”

As the king and a high-level combatant, Charles being alive means they could hold the line a bit longer.

Confirming their side’s situation, Roy began to inquire about the dragon race’s internal information.

“Who is your head dragon?”

Claudi’s tone took on a deep layer of reverence and fanaticism: “Lord Frost King Marigorth, Lord Erosion King Krolein, and… our most esteemed king, the Dragon King, Lord Nidhogg!”

The moment those words were spoken, everyone’s expressions darkened, and the earlier good mood plummeted into despair.

Roy had guessed that there might be more than one head dragon, but he never expected there to be three!

Each of the seven great dragons was at least a mythic creature comparable to a high-level Extraordinary Being. No matter how strong the Lionheart King was, he couldn’t possibly face three at once!

The situation was even worse than they had imagined.

Frost Giant Dragon Marigorth, Acid Erosion Wing Dragon Krolein—these two were among the seven great dragons whose whereabouts had been unknown throughout history.

But what about Black Dragon Nidhogg?

Roy remembered that the myths of the First Era clearly recorded that after the death of Evil Dragon Fafnir, Black Dragon Nidhogg fell into despair and subsequently perished during the turmoil of the First Era.

So, none of these historical records can be trusted, huh?!

Roy grumbled to himself, but he also vaguely sensed an oddity.

The discrepancies between history and reality are often due to human factors—someone intentionally altered something, or perhaps something was overlooked due to time.

But does the dragon race have any need to alter history? Nidhogg’s existence or death wouldn’t impact their current battle situation.

Roy felt that something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t think of more for now, so he turned to the last question.

“Clarify for me, what is the distribution of the dragon race’s forces?”

Reinforcements for the North were a given.

But which route to take and what speed to use required specific intelligence for proper planning.

This was a headache even for experienced veterans like Naz.

Fortunately, Claudi didn’t let them down.

“Most of the main forces are gathering in the northern royal capital, leaving only a few wyverns to hunt for carrier pigeons.”

“However, recently I heard that a troop from the northwest is heading to the royal capital for support, and the Frost King is personally leading troops to intercept. Lord Frostclaw also received communication to capture the fortress swiftly and rush to meet up.”

The northwest troop?

What kind of person could organize a counterattack so quickly while the dragon race was on the offensive?

Roy instantly realized: “The northwest wind you speak of refers to Ironblood Ridge?”

Claudi replied immediately: “Yes.”

Feeling relieved that his father was safe and even had the strength to support the main force at the royal capital, Roy was suddenly joyful.

Due to the dragon race’s obstruction, he had been worried about not receiving any word from Karl; now he could finally set that heavy stone down.

The questioning came to an end, and Roy personally drew his sword, putting an end to Claudi’s terror.

Those who sell their souls to evil gods are destined to meet such a fate.

Leaving the dungeon, Roy looked back at the two royals: “What should we do next?”

The situation had deviated from their initial expectations.

If it was only a decisive battle in the royal capital, they would obviously need to reach it as quickly as possible for support.

But now, trouble had arisen with Karl, and there was another party in need of backup.

Frost Giant Dragon Marigorth is an equally terrifying existence as the Crimson Blood Giant Dragon Balagas; even though Karl is among the top experts in Sequence 5, he absolutely cannot handle it alone.

Naz didn’t ponder for long before coming to an answer: “We cannot abandon the Ainbrad family. It’s best to split the forces: one group goes to support the royal capital, and after meeting with Lord Karl, they will return to the royal capital.”

Looking at Roy and Charlotte, Naz’s tone softened: “The question is, how should we allocate the manpower?”

Charlotte smiled: “Isn’t this simple? Roy and I will go rescue Lord Karl, and you will lead the main force to support the royal capital.”

The besieged royal capital urgently needed reinforcements; the main forces should go there first, while a few elites could assist after rescuing Karl. This way, neither side will fall short—a most reasonable and ideal strategy.

But Naz stared at her, at a loss for words.

In the end, Roy let out a sigh and spoke for the prince.

“Charlotte, you should go support the royal capital instead.”

“…Why?” Charlotte’s tone clearly sank, tinged with displeasure.

Roy explained: “Your prestige is higher. The troops and citizens in the besieged royal capital need you to boost their morale. Meanwhile, father only requires a small group of elites to assist him in escaping quickly; it would be more appropriate for me and the prince to go.”

Naz’s expression changed upon hearing this.

This reasoning sounded a lot like “You’re too weak to be of any use; you can only raise morale,” right?

With Charlotte’s strong personality, wouldn’t she surely be angry?

 

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