Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 317: Cassius’ Preparations

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Cassius’ Preparations

Chapter 317: Cassius’ Preparations

"Oszedro."

In the Steel Dragonwing Palace, Cassius spoke this na, with Olivia standing beside him, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassnt and anger.

Cassius lowered his head again, gazing into the silver dragon’s blue-gray eyes, and casually asked:

"Do you have any other intelligence?"

"For instance... your grandfather’s high-circle spell charts?"

"No."

Olivia spat out the word with gritted teeth, her expression seething.

The young silver dragon felt utterly manipulated once more, falling into this red dragon’s cunning trap. Even the seemingly sincere invitation was rely part of the sche to extract information from her.

If she were familiar with player jargon, she might have called this "pua."

"Before I was even born, he was already a renowned ancient silver dragon. For centuries, no one has forced my grandfather to fight with all his might. I’ve never seen him exert himself fully."

"Even you would find it difficult to defeat him."

"And even if I knew, I’d never tell you."

"Such knowledge is the most guarded secret of any mage."

Olivia turned her head away, avoiding direct eye contact, purposefully avoiding Cassius’s deep, srizing pale gold eyes.

She felt unprecedentedly conflicted, burdened by guilt toward her grandfather and confusion over her current role.

A lawful good silver dragon, now part of the dominion of her mortal enemy, a red dragon, and even aiding him against her own kin.

What had she beco?

An accomplice to evil, or a misguided wanderer?

Olivia once harbored hopes of "saving" the red dragon, leading him to pledge allegiance to the "Lord of the North Wind." But now, she found herself changed by him, morphing into soone she could barely recognize.

Unaware of the silver dragon’s inner turmoil, Cassius’s expression remained calm as he said nonchalantly:

"In that case, forget it."

"You may return now, my future councilor."

Olivia hesitated for a long ti, her claws entwined nervously, before murmuring:

"Cassius..."

"Hmm?"

The silver dragon slightly raised her head, her gaze complicated as she whispered:

"May I join you this ti?"

"That doesn’t sound like sothing you’d say. When you see the horrors of the battlefield, don’t cry or try to help our enemies."

"Let

go with you."

Olivia’s eyes grew resolute as she repeated herself.

Cassius was sowhat surprised. In his impression, this "easily manipulated" silver dragon rarely asserted herself so firmly.

So he asked:

"Why?"

"My grandfather, in his youth, was a relentless force of justice. He resembled a stubborn gold dragon more than a silver dragon."

"If you truly lose to him, my presence might persuade him to spare you. After all, you’re not an irredeemably evil dragon, though I don’t fully agree with your governance philosophy."

Upon hearing this, Cassius shook his head and chuckled.

Always thinking of others, even for an "evil" dragon’s sake. Truly befitting of a silver dragon known as a "saint among dragons."

Amused, he asked mischievously:

"Then, may I ask who you hope will win?"

"..."

Olivia bit her lip, remaining silent.

Her feelings toward this red dragon had grown increasingly complex, mingling frustration, embarrassnt, and a strange sense of reliance.

Their relationship was equally perplexing.

Mortal enemies?

Ruler and subordinate?

Deceiver and deceived?

Or sothing else entirely?

She couldn’t find an answer to this pointed question.

"Ah, the benevolence of a silver dragon."

Cassius rely smirked, dismissing the matter.

Within the palace walls.

"The Silver Wing, Oszedro."

Cassius repeated the na, flaring his wings and exhaling a sulfurous breath out of habit.

Having gathered more intelligence about this silver dragon from Christina and Olivia, Cassius’s expression grew serious.

This was no ordinary dragon; he was an "Elder" of a continent-spanning silver dragon clan, holding unparalleled status among hundreds of silver dragons.

The intelligence painted a formidable picture. Oszedro was born a millennium ago on Mount Celestia, raised under Bahamut’s radiance. He road various planes in his youth, spreading justice and vanquishing evil forces like the Cult of the Dragon and the Red Robe Wizards, earning the moniker "Silver Wing."

As he matured, Oszedro delved deeply into the mysteries of magic, forging alliances with planar mages and establishing his own mage tower in the Material Plane. He even developed "Spell Addiction," a peculiar draconic condition, though he seed unfazed by it.

In his elder years, he beca a wise and steady figure, guiding the lward clan and preserving planar balance. He had intervened in world-threatening crises, such as demonic invasions, nurous tis.

Now, after centuries of slumber, Oszedro stood as an ancient silver dragon, his very na striking terror into any evil entity on the continent of Fianto.

Ancient dragon age category.

Legendary-level spellcasting.

Vast interplanar experience and a fearso reputation.

With a background rooted in Mount Celestia and a potential divine selection by Bahamut.

All these factors combined made this silver dragon mage a towering figure among dragons, far exceeding the shadow dragon Cassius had previously encountered.

Cassius’s expression grew even grimr, his brow ridges knotting together.

"What a troubleso foe."

Cassius had to admit that even with his "hacks," defeating this "winner of draconic life" without using Karrikex’s power was far from certain.

Yet the battle hadn’t started, and the outco was still undetermined.

Cassius turned and entered his treasury, adorning himself with priceless magical artifacts, including the mismatched [Eternal Frost Rune Horn].

The red dragon then delved into the kingdom’s vaults, consuming tons of mana-rich elental stones, adamantium, and mithril. He feasted until the excess energy radiated from his body, gilding his scales with a shimring gold-silver layer.

With a physique altered by ancestral bloodline modifications, his draconic body could endure any magic.

Cassius’s pale golden eyes ignited with flas. The kingdom’s wealth now adorned his form, exuding an air of opulence.

"Let’s see what this Silver Wing is truly capable of."