Silva looked at Ragna with a bit of confusion. It was not that he didn’t understand what was said; it was simply the fact that Ragna said it.
Ragna could see this in Silva’s expression. He let out a soft smile and then proceeded to explain more.
"Walk with , Dark Dragon."
As he said that, he began to walk, and Silva followed behind.
"You see, you are not an ordinary being. The blood you carry is very special. The Dark Dragon. I’m sure you already know this because the Dark Dragon is limitless.
But with growth cos pride. As a Dark Dragon, you begin to want freedom and a world where you are not controlled by Order. You are limitless, and you want to be free, so you strive for this."
"Hmm, I guess that makes sense."
"Exactly, and that makes you public enemy number one, Silva. That makes you the enemy of everything that exists," Ragna said and smiled. "There is no true concept of freedom. It’s only a lie sold to us all, that if we get—"
"Get strong enough, it will no longer matter," Silva muttered as though he already knew that, and he did. He did.
He recalled the talk long ago with soone, the baron? He was sure it was the baron. To beco truly free, you must beco big enough that no one can stop you, or you must beco too small to be seen.
"Seems you already know the lie, but like I said, it is all a lie, yet your body and mind refuse that," Ragna stated. He stopped and then turned to look at Silva right in the eye.
"Even now, your body refuses that very fact. You refuse to accept that you can be stopped and you cannot be free. But I cannot bla you when you are literally limitless."
’He genuinely speaks like a good person. If he had not been attacking constantly, I would have felt he was all good,’ Silva thought and then spoke.
"Tell about the Dark Dragon before . I want to know what he would do to piss off soone like you."
"Hahaha, the very existence of that dragon pissed everyone off. He was known as the Chaos in the Dark. He was never satisfied with the power that he gained, and in his pursuit, I t him.
He destroyed one too many of my ships and killed thousands of my Weeping Angels, forcing into a battle with him that lasted a hundred unwanted years.
We went back and forth, and every ti we clashed again, this fellow was sohow stronger. Tch." Ragna gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Sadly, I had to resign, and he took the victory, and after he left, it was the last ti he and I ever t, until I felt you awaken."
"Ah, I see. Explains why you constantly attacked ," Silva said and then followed his arm. "I don’t know what his drive for freedom was, but mine is simple. There are people I want to live with and love, people I would shake the world to embrace.
So I want to be strong enough to ensure that when I hug them, I hug them for good, and no one will snatch away what I have spent so long trying to fix," Silva said.
"Ah, what a simple yet grand dream. It’s making the artist in weep," Ragna said, but then his eyes glowed red, and he grabbed Silva by the neck faster than Silva could even react. He pulled Silva forward and looked him right in the eye.
"So why are you not doing that now?"
The question was real and heavy. It ca with the kind of force that a serious threat carried.
Silva was stunned for a mont, but he processed the question, and then the only response that ca out was, "Because I am not strong enou—"
"You will never be strong enough!" Ragna thundered. "That life you want, that happiness and all those things you want accomplished, you are never going to have them because there is always sothing bigger.
And by the ti you spend eons upon eons trying to get strong enough, those people that you so desperately care about would have moved on, lived their own lives, and found sothing else to care about.
Their feelings will not last forever. Damn, their lives may not even. Not everyone can step into the realm of a demigod and live for a very long ti."
Ragna seed enraged as he spoke, like there was a deep scar in his heart and it was bleeding right now.
"You have the opportunity to have them all. Don’t wait until it is all gone and then you begin to regret. There is a saying, it’s lonely at the top.
Order is the pri example of this, and so am I. With all the accumulated strength, we could not have what we all desired the most, and that was soone to say hi and hello to."
Those words hit. They hit deeper than any sword could. Ragna let go of Silva, and Silva simply stood there in a daze.
"I’ve gotten to see you now, Dark Dragon. That’s pretty much all I wanted. When you leave here, head ho and say hello. The rifts may be small now, but what is coming is sothing beyond what you expect.
Order will not create an entire empire for sothing that is not a real issue. You should know that," Ragna said.
"It’s that bad, huh?"
"Yes, it is, and it still has sothing to do with the Dark Dragon."
"I guess we are really the bane of the universe."
"Yeah, you should not really let a lot of people know your race. That being said, I have sothing for you.
After many years of fighting the Dark Dragon, I studied him, and I created a cultivation style that would fit him, and now it might be able to help you grow even faster, that is, if you want."
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