Dragonlord Ep 195. Warmonger. (2)

Ep 195. Warmonger. (2)

Ep 195. Warmonger. (2)

New house.

“…”

New furniture.

“…”

New…well, everything.

The grass was greener than ever, the windows were as clear as crystal, the walls were perfectly painted, and every piece of furniture was new. And it wasn’t just one house, either: the entire neighborhood had been rebuilt from the ground up. Patrick had honestly thought that his sibling would be overjoyed to see their renewed ho upon returning.

Unfortunately, to this day, his eccentric sibling hadn’t so much as made a single comnt about how everything was new and shiny. Instead of looking around the renewed neighbourhood, Serenis had busied herself with handling piles of dusty old parchnts ever since she’d co ho.

‘Eccentric may not even cut it…’

When the dragonlord had first told Patrick of everything that had happened since her departure, he could scarce believe half of what she was telling him.

But when both Karas and Light chid in to vouch for the authenticity of the dragonlord’s tale, he had little choice but to believe her.

At least she hadn’t sold Aldrid to so shady rchant like he’d thought at first.

“…”

The mage silently turned his head towards the dragonlord.

Serenis peacefully sat in by the fireplace – a little too peacefully – with a pile of dusty docunts set at her side. Like this, she almost did seem like an elder lady during a winter’s night, sorting through her treasured mories by the fireplace.

If only she weren’t feeding the letters to the fire one by one.

The house was neither dark nor cold, but the fire was kept alive for the sole purpose of incinerating the letters in her hands. Serenis would seemingly spare a single glance at each docunt, toss it aside to the fire, and proceed to the next.

And Patrick knew for a fact Serenis wasn’t reading them properly. Else, her eyes would be moving across the parchnt, not…to and from them.

Finally mustering the courage, Patrick approached his sibling from behind. An unnecessarily lodic voice masked his unease as he peeked over her shoulder.

“So…whatcha looking at?”

“Letters.”

“…Let rephrase that. Are you reading those things, or are you just skimming them?”

Finally turning her head to face her human brother, Serenis looked to Patrick with her usual indifference – though, he could swear her eyes looked disappointed.

“Patrick. It’s inappropriate to read letters that you aren’t the recipient of.”

“What? Of course it’s – wait, those aren’t directed to you?”

“No. Many aren’t.”

This ti, it was Patrick’s turn to frown.

Alas, it was an improvent – before, he would’ve followed up with a ridiculed outburst of so sort. Like wondering if she’d stolen them from a local post office.

But this ti, the mage simply held his tongue, waiting for the dragonlord to explain the situation.

“…It seems most were never ant to be received. They’re directed to those who’ve long passed away, long before they were written.”

“So they’re letters to the dead?...Is that so sort of dragon custom?”

“…”

After turning her attention back to the parchnt in hand, Serenis slowly shook her head.

“No, I don’t recall there being such customs…though, such practices may have taken root for a short while in the past.”

They were directed to parents. Elders. Ancestors, even.

Following the end of their era, the dragons had been devoid of elders except Vulka – for the other children left behind, all generations above theirs had practically evaporated. Considering the environnt they were left in, developing an odd custom or two wasn’t all too surprising.

Although, a few letters did manage to find their recipient still.

As Serenis removed another from the pile of dusty parchnt, she briefly skimd the na written along its corners – and this ti, it wouldn’t be fed to the fire. She instead brushed the bits of dust over its surface, longingly scanning the olden script.

“Oh? You’re not throwing that one away?”

“…No. It seems this one’s directed to myself.”

“Huh. Good thing you can read those…runes. What does it say?”

“Well…this one says…”

…I sought to preserve your na. I sought to preserve your deeds, if only in words.

Given what the Summit had beco, it seed an easy task. I needed but find your na, and walk away with the to in hand.

But, strangely, I couldn’t manage to find your na.

The other tribal lords were present. Their preceding lords were present. Even my own na remained recorded in the Summit’s archives.

But amidst the endless array of bloodied tos, nowhere could I find one that carried your na as its title.

Dragonlord Serenis. Was that not your na, mother?

And if not, then what is?

“…”

As Serenis reached the end of the entry, her hands lightly trembled as she put down the parchnt. Patrick could even hear a shaking in her voice as the dragonlord answered his question.

“…That my na…isn’t…”

“Your na?”

“…”

Noticing her own trembling body, Serenis clasped one hand over the other in an attempt to steady herself. A deep breath had to follow before she could manage to answer Patrick in her usual tone.

“…It’s nothing. The letter rely contains regards from my son.”

“Are you sure? Because you don’t look so sure.”

“…I am. It’s nothing to concern yourself about.”

Despite her outwardly indifference, Serenis found her mind growing more and more fixated on the contents she’d just read.

The first mory she had was being given this na. She’d used it since birth, and she’d never another na besides – titles perhaps, but never nas.

‘Was it a re mistake? But I can hardly imagine Vulka making such simple mistakes…’

But just as Serenis’ hand eagerly reached for the pile for anything else that her son may have written to her, the front door slamd open – to reveal a rather familiar enforcer.

“Serenis!”

Despite the na Iris had called, the one to jump wasn’t Serenis, but Patrick.

With his heart thumping a little faster than before from the sudden door-bashing, he angrily turned around to bark back at their uninvited guest.

“Can you stop smashing the door open for one week?! I JUST got it fixed!”

Unfortunately, the house owner’s protest went completely unheard as Iris’ attention imdiately fixed onto the dragonlord.

“Oh, good, you’re here. I thought I might have to search the whole city to find you.”

“What is it? You seem rushed.”

“I…needed to consult you about sothing. Urgently.”

Still ignoring Patrick – who was standing right beside them – Iris briskly approached Serenis, holding out a half-crumpled docunt in her hand.

“We just received a missive from Asuria. To put it short, Karia’s declared war on them again; they already lost one of their cities.”

“…I see?”

Both Serenis and Patrick frowned at the news – mostly because they couldn’t see why Iris had rushed here to deliver them it. Or, in Patrick’s case, why she had to slam the door open for it.

In fact, Patrick’s disappointnt soon beca apparent in his tone as he questioned his guest further.

“I an, I’m sorry that happened to them, but why are you all riled up? It’s not like we’re involved. You’re in the enforcent sector, not the army.”

“…Because…”

Once again, Iris quietly eyed the dragonlord on the floor. The missive in her hand quickly beca crumpled within her grip.

“Is sothing amiss?”

“…I’m not actually supposed to tell you this, but…”

Letting out a long sigh, Iris internally resigned the agreent the Twelve had made as deities. It wasn’t like Felicir was alive to enforce it anymore.

“Serenis. You’ve heard of Karia, yes?”

“The continent to the east?”

“Exactly. It’s the only one where a vast majority of the population are elves. And despite the size, the entire continent is…really just one big kingdom. The continent was never divided throughout history, and elves have always been well-known for never having any infighting.”

While Serenis listened intently, Patrick shrugged at the enforcer’s burst of information.

None of it was particularly new; in fact, he would even go as far as to say that it was all common knowledge.

What followed after, however, was definitely not common knowledge.

“Here’s the actual truth: Karia is not a kingdom, the monarchy they have is really just for show. What’s really happening is that the deity of creation is governing the entire continent.”

“…?”

“That’s why there’s no infighting; there’s no point. It’s not like anyone would question or overthrow a deity’s rule.”

This ti, Patrick WAS surprised – enough to interrupt his friend midway.

“Wait…what the hell are you talking about? Like, Letherien rules Karia herself? Publicly?”

“Mhm. That’s right.”

“…”

Without realizing, Patrick lowered his head as he lost himself in brief, sporadic thoughts.

Anyone else, and he would’ve doubted the information’s source – but with Iris being who she was, there was no reason to doubt what she was saying.

And if the deity of creation really was responsible for the entirety of Karia, then…

“…That would an…this whole war shenanigan is actually being perpetrated by a deity?”

“We’d be lucky if she was only perpetrating it. The Letherien I know would be doing the killing herself.”

“She’d WHAT? What kind of deity is that??”

“…”

For a mont, Iris’ gaze fell to the floor.

This was exactly why Felicir had forced the others to an agreent: to never speak of the Twelve’s qualities with non-deities. Not only was it a risk to their positions as divinities, so were just outright shaful to admit.

In the prolonged silence, Iris continued to contemplate an appropriate answer to Patrick’s question.

It’d take days for Iris to regale her friend about everything the deity of creation had done throughout their rule. There were countless tis when she’d disturbed the star – both directly and indirectly – that had warranted the Reaper’s attention.

So, if Iris were to choose a single word to best describe Letherien, she’d choose the exact sa one Felicir used to describe them with.

“Warmonger.”

“…Warmonger?”

“…Yep.”

“The deity of creation is a warmonger??”

“…I’ll tell you about it so other ti. But for now…”

With painstaking effort, Iris struggled to et the dragonlord’s eyes again. But when she finally did, Serenis returned a quiet nod, rising to their feet afterwards.

…And was imdiately called out by her brother.

“Woah woah woah, hold on. Where do you think you’re going?”

“To where this deity is. Asuria, you said?”

“Have you been listening? They’re at war! You’re actually planning on going to a battlefield?!”

“…It’s an opportunity to destroy another divinity fragnt. That alone is reason enough to go.”

“Listen to yourself! You’ve barely been back ho for two weeks, and now you want to fly over to another country? Wars aren’t a joke, Serenis! And who knows what else you’ll get up to this ti!”

“…”

“And you!”

As Patrick angrily turned towards Iris, she reflexively retreated a step, lips twitching in unease.

“You’re a part of the problem! She’s not your go-to solution for every deity problem! Sending her with Lady Aldrid was one thing, but this is a different story – I’m not letting you send my sibling to a warzone!”

“…Listen, I really don’t want to rely on her, either. But with Felicir gone, no one’s going to stop Letherien. And once Asuria is devastated, it’ll be here next.”

“Aren’t there a bunch more of you?! Get so other deity to stop her!”

“…So-other-deity who? Other than Letherien, all that’s left are Aldrid, Zenon, and the trio in Yuhan. But Aldrid’s away, and…I don’t even really know where the other four are.”

“That’s no excuse, you’re-”

“…”

Serenis let out a quiet sigh as she watched the two continue to argue. If she let them be, they’d remain arguing for a good hour, at least.

And soon enough, the dragonlord stepped in between the two arguing mages, physically distancing them apart as she exchanged glances with both.

“Patrick…I must go. It’s what my own kind died to achieve in the past. If a divinity is outwardly wreaking havoc onto the star’s inhabitants, then that’s all the more reason to.”

“…”

As Patrick struggled to deliver a suitable reply, Serenis made a faint smile as she added a layer of compromise for her brother.

“But seeing as how I’d be leaving without your consent…as a compromise, you’re welco to follow along. Without my consent.”

“…What sort of compromise is that?”

“Would you rather stay behind again, then?”

“…”

Unlike last ti, there was no broken city that needed being taken care of; on top of that, having quit his job as an enforcer, no duty bound the mage to Partivine as it did before.

It also didn’t help that after Serenis’ previous trip, Patrick had heard far too much about how Karas and Light had seemingly been of far more help to her than her brother had ever been. Multiple tis he’d wished to have been present while listening to the dragonlord’s tales, and he wasn’t about to make the sa mistake.

So, bottom line…

“…I didn’t say that.”

Serenis’ smile grew evidently wider upon hearing her brother’s reply.

anwhile, in a voice barely above a whisper, Iris muttered to no one in particular.

“Of course you didn’t.”