Chapter 88: Everyone Stands Up ( Part 1 )
Muen, her face streaked with tears, hesitated for a moment. But in the end, she mustered the courage to nod firmly. “What should I do?”
Noa leaned toward her sister’s ear and whispered something.
“Do you understand?”
“Mm-hmm, I understand.”
“Good.”
Noa encouragingly patted her sister’s head, just like their father would do.
Then she turned and walked toward Anna and the others.
“Your Highness? Your Highness, please retreat. We’ll hold them off—”
“Milan, your magic element is water, right?” Noa didn’t respond to Milan’s plea. Instead, she asked.
Milan paused, then nodded. “Yes, Your Highness.”
Noa turned to Anna and Shirley. “Anna, Shirley, can you still unleash Dragon Flames?”
Shirley glanced at the head maid beside her, shaking her head. “Anna can’t, but I can still manage.”
Shirley, too, was seriously injured, but her condition was better than Anna’s. At least she could still use the Dragon Flame.
But…
“Your Highness, what are you planning to do?” Shirley asked.
Noa slowly lowered her gaze to her right hand, noticing burn marks in her palm. They were scars left from countless repetitions of the first technique her father had taught her.
“I’m not going to wait here to die. I’m his daughter.”
The sound of Jaggs’ footsteps grew louder.
He raised his hand, beginning to gather energy.
“Huh? Are you really sending children to fight now? Seems like you’ve run out of tricks,” Jaggs sneered, still mocking. “Don’t worry, little one, death is quick. There’s no pain.”
Once the energy was gathered, Jaggs was about to strike.
But before he could, Milan and Shirley both launched their elemental magic.
The concentrated water orb collided with the searing Dragon Flame in the air, causing a thick fog to explode upon impact.
The fog quickly spread, covering a large area.
In the fog, Jaggs’ vision was obstructed, and the visibility was extremely low.
Jaggs furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth. He shouted into the fog, “What are you still struggling for?! Isn’t it better to just wait for death?”
Before he could finish, two elements—lightning and fire—flashed nearby.
Jaggs remembered that Leon Casmode’s eldest daughter, the girl who had just stood by the maids, had awakened the rare Lightning Element.
As for the fire element, it was probably the scout who had just used Dragon Flame.
“So, you’re trying to sneak around under the cover of fog…,” Jaggs snorted. “Childish tricks.”
He stepped forward, heading toward the direction of the lightning and fire.
“Whether it’s a feint or a diversion, it doesn’t matter.”
Jaggs continued mockingly, “I’ll kill each of you one by one, and then cut off your heads—”
Before he could finish his speech, a sharp explosion rang out from behind him.
A small, black figure dashed forward, leaping into the air, and the lightning in her hands shot toward Jaggs’ shoulder like a sharp arrow.
Instantly, a burning pain shot through him, and Jaggs stumbled, barely managing to keep his balance.
The one who had ambushed him was already preparing another lightning strike.
But this time, Jaggs wouldn’t let her succeed so easily.
Even with the fog, he was able to accurately track the girl’s movements.
“Damn brat!” he roared angrily, reaching out to grab Noa’s neck.
The fog gradually dissipated.
In the clearing, Jaggs was holding Noa by the neck, lifting her a meter off the ground.
Noa struggled, but it was futile.
In terms of both size and strength, she was no match for the Dragon King before her.
For some reason, seeing this scene, Bligh in the distance had a bad feeling.
Jaggs had caught the little brat who had ambushed him, but why did this scene feel so familiar?
“Water and fire magic to create fog and obscure vision, then using the twin awakening as bait to ambush with lightning,” Jaggs observed as he looked down at the struggling Noa. “How could a child know these things?”
“I’m not… a child…” Noa gritted her teeth, pounding weakly at Jaggs’ arm, her tail flailing behind her.
“Heh, then what are you?” Jaggs sneered.
“I am… Leon Casmode’s daughter!”
As soon as Jaggs heard that name, the mocking grin on his face immediately froze.
The hand squeezing Noa’s neck tightened with more force. “Your useless father died long ago, lost in a spatial rift. It’s been six months, and you still haven’t accepted the reality.”
“Don’t you dare speak of my father…”
Jaggs squeezed harder, but the little brat still refused to give up.
“Isn’t it painful, little brat?”
Jaggs chuckled darkly. “Say it—Leon Casmode is dead, and I’ll let you go. Or I’ll make it quick. How about it?”
Noa’s heart raced, her breathing shallow, bloodshot eyes filled with fury.
“Let go of Noa, Your Highness!”
“Stay right there! Or I’ll snap her neck!”
Jaggs wasn’t joking. Crushing this little brat’s neck was as easy as breathing for a Dragon King.
After threatening her, he looked back down at Noa.
“Say it. Your father is dead. He was a coward, a weakling. He abandoned you and your mother to die alone.”
Noa tightly gripped Jagus’s wrist, struggling to open her mouth,
“I… my father… didn’t die! Ugh!—”
“If you don’t speak, I will snap your neck! By then, you won’t be able to say anything.”
Noa tightly clutched Jagus’s arm, her dragon pupils radiating a murderous intent and viciousness that were completely out of place for her age.
The edges of her eyes began to shimmer with scales, and the dragon blood in her body boiled with rage.
“My father… is Léon Casmode! He didn’t die! He will come back and kill all of you without leaving a single one alive!”
Jagus widened his eyes in shock.
Sigh man I was really hoping I wouldnt get cliff hangered again lol.