More importantly, his long lifespan gave him the privilege to enjoy all of this slowly.
Power and won!
He had anticipated this day for too long, so much so that Patrick could hardly control his turbulent emotions.
"Calm down, you are not the Dragon King yet."
Ares snorted softly.
"Rest assured, Father, I will remain restrained."
Seeing Patrick regain his composure, Ares nodded approvingly.
"Do not be disheartened, in fact, you are better than Kenneth."
"Rember, you are my son, my only son!"
"And Kenneth!" A fleeting grimace crossed his face, as Ares said coldly, "He is nothing but a bastard born of that filthy woman and Emil’s union!"
"My son, you are to beco king, then slowly grow to one day replace ; perhaps you may achieve an honor that the Silver Dragon Clan has never had..."
"To unite the Dragon Saint with the crown!"
"By then, your descendants will no longer have today’s troubles; they will rule over the Silver Dragon Clan for all eternity, as eternal kings!"
"From the mont you don the crown, do not think of taking it off!"
"Strive, for the era that belongs to you awaits us!"
The damage on the wall automatically repaired itself, and Patrick bent down in salute, then quietly retreated into the corner and disappeared.
Ares slowly paced, relishing this mont that belonged to him alone.
Returning to the center of the hall, Ares seated himself again on the high dragon throne, caressing the armrest.
"Soon, at the next eting, I should be able to take Emil’s place. By then, my life and battle honors will be carved into this chair."
The power within him pulsated, extending to the chair beneath him.
The patterns and designs on the chair changed, but after a mont, Ares slowly withdrew his power, allowing everything to return to normal.
He leaned back, resting his chin on one hand, and in the other hand, he took out the crystal containing Emil’s Companion Blood.
"The Dragon Saint praised by all, my dear brother, is this all that remains of your illustrious life?"
"It is truly ironic."
"Dear Emil, when you were young, you were so competitive, but why, why did you choose to withdraw at the last mont in our fight for Freya?"
"I was so naive back then, thinking it was my sincerity that moved her. At that ti, matters of the throne and the saint, none of it seed important."
"In possessing that woman, I thought I possessed the world!"
Gazing at the crystal in his hand, it felt as if he were facing Emil himself.
"When she beca pregnant, I was as happy as a child, eager to share my joy with you, and you acted just as happy."
"Ha ha... how foolish I was!"
The smile vanished from Ares’ face, turning into a searing resentnt.
"We pored over ancient texts, racking our brains to na this child, yet it was you who made the suggestion."
"Kenneth, aning eternal brilliance."
"I readily agreed, until the day the child was born. That day, the whole world was ecstatic, yet I had to face the greatest pain of my life!"
"According to the reproductive cycle of the Silver Dragon Clan, Freya must have already been pregnant at the ti of our marriage, so Kenneth wasn’t my son."
"He was your son, wasn’t he?"
Terrifying power erupted; Ares wanted to destroy everything in sight. It took him a long ti to gradually calm down.
"From that day forward, my world lost its color."
"No wonder you withdrew at the last mont, no wonder you were so excited about the child’s birth, no wonder you nad him imdiately."
"Ha ha..."
"He was your son."
"This way, you could effortlessly bypass the regulations of the Silver Dragon Codex and appoint him, your bloodline heir, as the successor to the throne!"
"What a perfect plan."
"Both the saint and the throne, within your grasp."
"And , your pitiful little brother, had to suffer the pain of helping you raise your child."
"Did you know?"
"Every ti he calls father, it is the most tornting agony. Every day, I want to kill him."
"But I can’t do that; it would be too light of a punishnt for you. Since you can treat this way, so can I!"
Ares’s face flickered with the pleasure of revenge.
"My brother, you must have known long ago, huh, how does it feel to discover that your son is born from your wife and another man?"
"Is that why you frequently took Kenneth out? What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid that I might kill him?"
"No, I won’t. Since he’s your pride, I can’t just destroy him simply; I will make you feel utter despair!"
Ares exhaled deeply, as if trying to expel all the accumulated resentnt of countless years.
"The facts prove that I am the ultimate victor."
"Now you’re dead, and I am still alive."
"But rest assured, I will find Kenneth, tell him everything exactly as it is, and then slowly kill him in front of that filthy woman!"
Having vented all his resentnt, Ares felt much lighter and slowly stood up, striding out of the palace.
Soon, the news of Emil’s death spread out at an incredible speed.
At the sa ti, whether on the world’s highest peaks or in the dark abyss, and the distant northern icy world, the solemn dragon bell tolled.
The sounds gathered together, transforming everyone into their Giant Dragon forms, wailing in sync with the bell.
An era has ended.
All activities ca to a halt; aside from the normal dragon funeral and ceremony, another important matter urgently needed handling.
Patrick’s expression was perfect.
Pride, sorrow, resilience, stubbornness.
His performance won everyone’s approval.
anwhile, Ares imdiately gave the order to find Kenneth’s whereabouts.
Amidst the cloud of sorrow, nearly all the clansn were mobilized, and after issuing the command, Ares was the first to return to his palace.
He needed to personally console the Dragon Queen’s mood.
"Where are you going?"
Ares frowned, looking at the woman he once adored imnsely.
"I’m going to find him myself!"
Ti had left no trace on Freya’s face; as a Fifth Tier Transcendent, although at the initial stage, Freya’s strength was not to be underestimated.
Ares took a deep breath.
"I’ve already sent soone to look for him; news should co back soon."
"How could that be the sa, I’m his mother, we have the most direct blood bond, through this sense, I can surely find him faster than anyone else."
Freya clearly did not agree.
"You stay here, I’ll go personally."
Ares lowered his head slowly, a flash of humiliation in his eyes.
Then he raised his head.
"After all, I am his father, it is the sa if I go."
"Then... alright."
Freya hesitated for a mont but nodded, Ares looked at her expression and silently withdrew his gaze.
He left the palace, striding out.
At this mont, a figure approached rapidly, rushing up to Ares as soon as he saw him.
"What are you doing here?!"
Ares’s face darkened, scolding.
Patrick’s brows showed a hint of worry.
"Honorable King, I have important news to report to you."
Patrick bowed in salute, imdiately followed by a voice penetrating Ares’s ear.
"I’ve received news that in Basile on the border, soone’s spotted traces of Kenneth."
Patrick raised his head.
"Besides him, there was another person traveling along!"
Ares’s face suddenly changed, his power released and then withdrawn.
"Who else besides you knows about this news?!"
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