Grimmy! an explosive voice shouted from outside the palace. What did you do!?
Grimmys mother blinked and turned towards her son. What is your dad shouting about? Did you do sothing to the orchard?
Grimmy exhaled out a breath of steam. I guess you could say that, he said and stroked his chin. You and Dad were injured pretty badly, so while you were recovering, I helped you guys by setting up so protection around you.
He destroyed the whole continent, Ramon said and gestured with his front paws, spreading them wide above his head. You should go outside and see it. Its so cool!
Grimmys mothers face froze. Then, it contorted. You did what?
Grimmy scratched his chin and glanced to the side, causing Vurs eyes to widen. Vur leaned over and whispered to Tafel, Do you think Grimmys mom is stronger than Grimmy?
Isnt that generally the case? Tafel asked back. According to you, dragons get stronger when they sleep, so if a dragons been alive for longer, then its slept more, right?
Vur nodded, the motion slower than usual. He tilted his head. But isnt Grimmy invincible? He can do anything.
Tafel stared at Grimmy. The cursed dragon seed to be ashad? Guilty? She wasnt sure if she was reading his expression right or not. She turned back towards Vur. Even if hes invincible, it looks like hes still respectful of his parents. Her brow furrowed. He did hit them earlier though.
Stomping sounds echoed through the palace, and Grimmys dad reappeared. He glared at his son. Did you cause the apocalypse? Is the rest of the world like this too?
What is it like out there? Grimmys mom asked.
Horrible, Grimmys dad said. Everythings been corrupted by our mana. I flew way up, and everywhere I looked was the sa. Theres an endless darkness lingering around.
Itll disappear soon, Grimmy said. I already disabled the spell to wake you guys up.
Grimmys dad exhaled. Son, do you rember what I told you before I went to sleep?
Yep.
What did I say?
Grimmy scratched his chin. Do I have to repeat the whole thing? It was a really long monologue.
Grimmys dads expression darkened. As cursed dragons, we have to hold ourselves to a higher standard. In the public eye, cursed dragons dont have a very good reputation. If we want to change peoples perceptions of us, we cant go around wantonly committing evil.
I know, I know, Grimmy said. And I already handled it. He gestured towards Tafel. Look at this. Two phoenixes are accompanying . If they thought poorly of cursed dragons, do you think theyd be here? Public perception of cursed dragons has never been better.
Grimmys dads brow furrowed. Is this true? he asked. He crouched down and made eye contact with Emile and Susan. What do you think of cursed dragons?
Emile blinked. Behind Grimmys dad, there was Grimmy, and the latter was staring at the two phoenixes with narrowed eyes. One wrong word, and Emile knew where hed end up: inside Grimmys stomach. I, uh, I think you taste very good. Err, I an, your drool, yes. Emile bobbed his head up and down. Cursed dragon drool tastes delicious.
Susan lowered her head and covered her face with her wing. There was no doubt about it; she was going to be eaten along with this moronic brother of hers.
Actually, Grimmys right, Tafel said, her words like a beacon illuminating the dark for the two flaming birds. Thanks to the dragons and phoenixs war with each other, there arent many dragons or phoenixes left in the land. Humans mostly treat all dragons the sa; theyre usually terrified and very respectful of them.
Is that so? Grimmys dad asked with a frown. His gaze shifted onto Vur. Then, he turned his head around to look at Grimmy. Who is this?
Hes Vur, Seras son, Grimmy said. You called him a human earlier, but hes actually a dragon. He treats like Im his uncle.
Hi, Granduncle, Vur said and waved.
Grimmys dad blinked and awkwardly waved back. He nuzzled his mate and sighed. The world always changes every ti we wake up, doesnt it?
Maybe on the surface, Grimmys mom said. She was about to say sothing else, but her gaze landed on the holy dragon sitting next to Grimmy. After a mont, she looked back at her mate. But this ti, even the people have changed. I still cant believe were grandparents.
***
Excuse , guild master?
What is it? Alice asked and turned her head. She was still guarding the prisoner that Tafel had thrown over. In fact, she had even moved her desk to the prison. With that, she could work while keeping watch at the sa ti.
Theres a big problem, the ssenger said. Guild Master Richie was killed in action.
Alice put her pen down and furrowed her brow. Richie the Golem Breaker? What happened to him?
He was killed by the berserkers wreaking havoc in the dwarven kingdom, the ssenger said. Before he died, he managed to send a ssage back to us. The berserkers dont feel pain, dont fear death, and if soone is bitten or scratched by them, the victim turns into a berserker as well.
What the hell? Alice asked. Since when was berserking a contagious behavior? She didnt wait for an answer before letting out a groan. Let guess. Those old coots want to figure sothing out to deal with this problem?
It would be disrespectful of to refer to the other guild masters as such, but yes, the ssenger said. They hope you can co up with a plan of action to contain the spread of the berserkers. They were hoping you could call upon the undead to aid the dwarves. Although its just a theory, they think the undead wont be affected by this berserking illness.
Alice looked to the side. What do you think? she asked the skeleton, who was standing next to her chair.
Mr. Skelly grinned. Its been a while since I got to do anything fun. Ill see what I can do.
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