Legend of the Silver Dragon — Chapter 88
They both knew very well that, unusual as it was, these were clothes that the dragons of the Dragon Realm preferred to wear.
The problem was that they could sense a distinctly human scent coming from the boy.
But it wasn't that which surprised them; instead, the reason the two were shocked was purely one alone.
“L-Lord... Jehwa?”
Seiran called his name blankly. As Jehwa slightly furrowed his brows at that...
“Lord Jehwa!”
This time, Seiran called the name loudly, ran to Jehwa, and threw herself into his embrace.
“Lord Jehwa! Lord Jehwa! Lord Jehwa!”
“H-Hey.”
Reuben called out to Seiran in confusion as she shouted Jehwa’s name like a madwoman who had lost her mind, then looked at Jehwa with an expression that said he still couldn’t believe it.
“You... were you alive?”
No, the boy before his eyes was absolutely not the Silver Dragon Prince, Eun Jehwa!
But he looked exactly the same. Moreover, this was the place where Eun Jehwa had drawn his last breath.
Reuben was confused.
Then, Jehwa spoke with a scowl.
“Who... are you people?”
“Hahaha! As if he could be Eun Jehwa. That guy is dead, after all.”
Reuben let out a laugh that seemed somewhat hollow. Then he called to Seiran, who was clinging tightly to Jehwa’s chest.
“Hey, Seiran, that guy isn’t Eun Jehwa.”
At those words, Seiran screamed.
“No! This person is Lord Jehwa!”
“Stop being stubborn! Eun Jehwa wasn’t a human, he was a dragon! A dragon!”
Seiran turned her head toward Reuben, who was clutching his head with a pained expression.
Her eyes were welling up with glistening tears.
“No... It is Lord Jehwa....”
Mumbling so, she buried her face in Jehwa’s chest.
“He smells the same as Lord Jehwa, warm and gentle....”
“…….”
Reuben scowled at Seiran’s words, approached Jehwa, grabbed his sleeve, and sniffed.
“Sure enough, that damned smell is there.”
Twitch!
A vein bulged on Jehwa’s forehead, and he threw a punch without mercy.
He lacked motivation, but he wasn’t so listless that he would hear such insolent words from an insolent bastard and not punish him!
Pow!
“Keok!”
Reuben, who had taken a hit from Jehwa, shouted in anger.
“What the hell is this!”
Whack!
“Ack!”
But Reuben was once again sent rolling on the ground by Jehwa’s swinging fist.
“Don’t speak so insolently, you rotten bastard!”
Reuben made a shocked expression.
“H-Hey, Seiran! This bastard isn’t Eun Jehwa! His personality and way of speaking are completely different! Hey, are you listening to me?”
Reuben shouted with a face that showed he felt an enormous sense of disparity, but when Seiran completely ignored his words, he burst into anger.
But Seiran simply buried her face in Jehwa’s chest with an expression of happiness, nothing more.
***
“Found them!”
“There they are, the Blood Children!”
“No, was it three instead of two?”
Then, the surroundings began to grow noisy.
“Berserk Seiran and Reuben the Death God have been confirmed! However, there is one more person we haven’t seen before....”
“Hmph! Must be an unconfirmed Blood Child. Perfect! Capture them all!”
“Yes!”
At the commander’s words, the pursuers shouted in unison.
Basically, the pursuers were recognized experts even among humans. To catch Blood Children who were difficult to capture with human power, one had to be at least at that level.
In each country, there were organizations that tried to catch Blood Children, and these organizations held considerable influence in their respective nations.
But even so, humans had failed to catch Blood Children for a long time.
Thus, the conclusion was one: it was absolutely impossible to catch them with human power.
Nevertheless, the reason humans didn’t give up on Blood Children was that the power they possessed was too attractive.
Blood Children were also beings created by science.
Humans planned to catch such Blood Children and research the source of their power.
Moreover, the enemies of the Blood Children were not only humans but also hunters from other worlds.
“Today is the day we definitely catch them.”
The commander muttered with a stern face.
Movements to capture Seiran and Reuben caused the surroundings to grow noisy.
Naturally, Seiran’s eyes, which had been wearing an expression of happiness in Jehwa’s embrace, turned completely cold.
“Those damned bastards dare to make noise at this touching reunion with Lord Jehwa after five hundred years! Have they gone crazy wanting to die!”
“Hey... to be precise, this guy isn’t Eun Jehwa.”
“Shut up!”
Seiran screamed at Reuben’s words. Then, puffing her cheeks, she pulled away from Jehwa and said.
“Why do you say this person isn’t Lord Jehwa! His face is the same, his scent is the same!”
“Argh, really! That guy was a Silver Dragon, and this bastard is a human.”
As Jehwa’s expression gradually turned unpleasant watching the two shout at each other...
“Fire!”
*KABOOOOOM!*
A deafening cry and a loud noise rang out.
“Huh?”
At that thunderous sound, Jehwa made a blank expression.
“Ah, these bastards seriously!”
And Seiran’s face contorted mercilessly.
Reuben drew the twin swords at his waist and immediately leaped up.
*SWIIISH!*
Sharp winds generated around him and sliced apart all the black spheres flying toward the spot where they had been.
*KABOOOOOM!*
They exploded mid-air.
“Wow, fireworks~”
Seiran smiled brightly and rejoiced.
In her eyes, they must have looked like fireworks.
But then, in an instant, thick killing intent began to well up in Seiran’s eyes.
She smiled faintly, glanced around once, and spoke to Jehwa.
“Please wait here. We... are different from five hundred years ago. We’ve grown much stronger, so....”
“…….”
“Now I will protect Lord Jehwa, instead of being protected.”
“……!”
At Seiran’s words, Jehwa’s eyes opened wide.
Sawollin had also died protecting Jehwa.
Jehwa’s face gradually turned expressionless.
Seiran, not seeing that, hummed a tune as she walked into the forest.
“Oh dear, oh dear... This whole area is going to become a complete sea of fire.”
Reuben, who had descended to the ground, lightly clicked his tongue. Seiran’s nickname wasn’t Berserk for nothing.
In that moment, Reuben looked at Jehwa and flinched. To a chilling degree, there wasn’t a hint of expression on Jehwa’s face.
‘This guy... is dangerous.’
Reuben swallowed dryly and muttered inwardly.
“Lalalalala~”
Seiran laughed joyfully as she entered the forest.
“There! Found them! Surround them!”
“It’s Berserk Seiran!”
*Click! Click! Click!*
“Oh my?”
Seeing the pursuers surrounding her in an instant, Seiran’s eyes went wide.
Moreover, what was aimed at her were firearms that had begun to be distributed one hundred years ago.
“Aiming something so dangerous at a lady, your manners are terrible!”
The commander shouted at Seiran, who was pouting and grumbling.
“Berserk Seiran, your battle with us ends here as well!”
“Why am I called Berserk? When I’m so delicate like this.”
“You... do you not remember burning down an entire city just to ambush them?”
“Did I do that? Ahh, there was that time I blew up an entire city that had a firearms manufacturing factory. Hehehehe!”
No wonder she’s called Berserk, damn.
Though she possessed the blood of the Silver Dragon, her main weapon was magic using powerful flames.
Then, the commander’s face twisted at Seiran’s smile. Despite being surrounded, the opponent was too relaxed.
“What are you scheming!”
“Scheming? I just have a gift, that’s all.”
Seiran pulled out a small orb from her bosom. As everyone tilted their heads looking at the pretty blue orb...
“Hup!”
Seiran threw it toward where the pursuers were.
*KABOOOOOM! FWRROOOOOOSH!*
“Kuaaaaaak!”
“Aaaaack!”
With that, the area became a hellish sea of flames.
“Wh-What?!”
The commander couldn’t help but make an expression of shock.
“Ing-ro... Jer-ge... Rigo-ri....”
And immediately, the words of mana necessary for the spell began to flow from Seiran’s mouth.
The power of magic varied in destructive force in proportion to mental strength and mana. Mental strength served as the vessel containing mana and determined the range of the magic, while mana determined the destructive power and the number of times it could be used.
Demon Realm magic, Heavenly Realm magic, Spirit Realm magic, etc.—the types were diverse, but the most commonly used magic in the human world was Spirit Realm magic.
The characteristic of Spirit Realm magic was that the longer the incantation, the stronger its destructive power.
“Ar... per... ken... dir....”
“Stop her! Fire!”
The commander’s face turned pale, and he screamed.
*Ratatatatat!*
Along with it, loud gunfire and the smell of gunpowder engulfed the surroundings.
*Ding ding ding ding ding!*
But the bullets they fired couldn’t reach Seiran due to the unique barrier that formed when casting magic.
“I-Impossible! How much mana do you need to create a barrier that even bullets can’t penetrate?”
The commander’s face grew even paler.
“There’s one thing you’re mistaken about, thinking we only run... If only the pursuers from other worlds backing you up weren’t there, we wouldn’t even avoid a war with humans.”
Seiran smiled faintly.
“Flame Rampage (炎火亂擊).”
Seiran completed the incantation and activated the magic.
Gigantic flames arose around her and began to devour the surroundings.
*FWRROOOOOOOOOOSH!*
“Kuaaaaaak!”
“Aaaaaaaaaack!”
In an instant, a hell of flames was created.
Seeing the humans gasping in pain, Seiran became expressionless.
“Kuuuuuk....”
“Reuben, take care of all the survivors.”
As Seiran spat out words toward a few of the living, Reuben replied.
“As you command.”
Reuben had just started walking over to finish off the survivors when he glanced at Jehwa.
‘What in the world was that just now...?’
Reuben, who had spent five hundred years doing nothing but endless fighting, could tell. That this guy who had appeared before them looking exactly like the Silver Dragon Prince, Eun Jehwa, was truly dangerous.
***
“…….”
The Silver Dragon King, Eun Hwihwa, who had been sitting huddled before a massive silver dragon, flinched. Then she slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the silver dragon before her.
“A dream....”
She had been dreaming. In a completely unfamiliar world, a great battle had taken place.
There, a boy had lost someone precious and wailed in grief.
That boy’s appearance... was just like her own son who had died before her eyes...
“Jehwa....”
He had the exact same appearance as Jehwa.
“This dream... did you show it to me?”
Eun Hwihwa asked the silver dragon blankly. But the silver dragon was completely unresponsive, dead without even a soul.
Eun Hwihwa rose from her spot. It was the first time she had moved in roughly 20 years.
The place where she had been rippled like waves.
Before anyone knew it, she was no longer there. As if she had never been there from the start.