Chapter 32: A Sense of Ritual ( Part 1 )
Erlandy frowned, “What do you mean, you didn’t bring the rest back?”
Scott scratched his forehead and then clapped his hands.
Then, two attendants pushed Konstantin’s head on a cart toward them.
Seeing this, Erlandy helplessly covered his face, “You really are…”
Erlandy had the urge to bring Nacho back.
He and Scott had both failed, but at least Nacho wouldn’t fail so absurdly.
“What about the Dragon Scales? Did you bring back Bly’s Heart-Protecting Dragon Scale?” Erlandy asked, a bit anxiously.
Scott leaned back slightly, “Ah, well… the Heart-Protecting Dragon Scale was destroyed by Leon.”
“Destroyed?”
“Yes… it seems he used some kind of remote magic to blow up Bly’s Heart-Protecting Dragon Scale, and then Konstantin… was blown into pieces.”
Scott paused, then quickly added, “But, but, Lord, I risked my life to get Konstantin’s head back! As long as we have his head, and the other Heart-Protecting Dragon Scales in the warehouse, we can continue to create stronger fusion beasts, right? Next time, we’ll definitely—”
“There is no next time, Scott.”
“W-What? Lord, you—Lord! Please spare me!”
Before Scott could finish, Erlandy grabbed his collar with his massive strength and dragged him into the laboratory.
Once inside, Erlandy threw Scott to the ground.
“Leon Casmod didn’t just destroy that Dragon Scale.”
Scott slowly lifted his head, looking at the stone platform where the Heart-Protecting Dragon Scales were stored.
At this moment, it had already turned to ashes.
Erlandy’s voice became colder, and the listeners felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave,
“He destroyed the other five Dragon Scales you brought back last time, and the chain reaction from the explosion also destroyed the other Dragon Scales in the warehouse.”
“In just a moment, that bastard ruined years of the Empire’s hard work.”
“If before, he was stepping out of this game, becoming an uncontrollable variable.”
“Now, he has directly flipped the chessboard.”
“Leon Casmod will never know what kind of existence he has angered.”
“Next, the Empire will stop at nothing to kill him.”
“Until… his bones are ground into dust!”
…
“Ah, a-choo—”
“Dad, do you have a cold?”
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study, Mu’en sat at the desk, holding a book titled The Basics of Magic Theory, raising her little head to look at her father.
León rubbed his nose and sighed, “I don’t think so…”
“Then why did you sneeze?”
“Maybe… someone’s been talking bad about me?”
It wasn’t just “talking bad” — the old men from the Empire had been openly declaring that they were going to crush León’s bones into dust.
Fortunately, General León was tough enough that such a venomous “curse” only resulted in a sneeze.
“It’s probably because Aunt Isa was secretly complaining while fixing the pavilion you broke.”
Little Guang, sitting across from her, said.
León smiled, walking over to rub his little daughter’s head. “Focus, study hard. Tomorrow, I’m going to test you two and see what level you’ve reached.”
The next entrance exam for Saint Sis Academy was in just twenty days.
Looking at his two precious daughters’ learning progress, León was sure they’d be fine with the test.
The real question was how well they could do.
Noya had passed the entrance exam with the highest scores at the youngest age, so her little sister, Mu’en, and Guang weren’t willing to fall behind.
“Got it, Dad.”
The little dragon girls went back to burying their heads in their books.
They were now in the consolidation phase, so they didn’t really need León’s help, leaving him somewhat at a loose end.
The old father looked up at the wall clock; it was still early.
“You girls study for a while. I’m going out for a bit.”
“Okay, Dad!”
“Remember to come downstairs for dinner later.”
“Mm-hmm!”
After giving the instructions, León stood up and left the study.
He walked through the hallway, down the stairs, and entered the first-floor hall of the temple.
Loisver was sitting on the newly renovated oversized throne, handling a mountain of work files.
There was no diplomacy today, no socializing, so she had applied only light makeup, wore a fitting long dress, and the necklace Grandma had given her hung around her neck.
Her silver hair was casually draped behind her, but she still wore the small braid that León had mischievously styled for her long ago at the side of her temple.
It had become her signature little detail.
The hall was quiet. León had tried to make his footsteps light, but even he could hear the muffled sound of his steps.
The beauty on the throne glanced at him, said nothing, and returned her gaze to her work.
It wasn’t until León walked up the steps and stood beside the throne that Loisver finally spoke. “Is there something you need?”
“You busy today…?”
Loisver pointed her chin toward the pile of files and reports on the desk. “What do you think? I went to my sister’s for two days, and this much work has piled up. I’ll probably have to work overtime tonight.”
“Oh… Anything I can help with?”
Loisver’s writing paused for a moment. She didn’t say anything but shifted to the side, making some space. “Sit here.”
“Huh?”
“You said you wanted to help. Sit down.”
“Oh.”
León obediently sat down next to her.
As soon as his bottom touched the throne, the familiar feeling brought back a wonderful memory for General León.
He remembered not long ago when the throne had just been renovated. He and Loisver had performed a little “cannonball” play.
They had really pushed the limits of ‘rebellion’ then.
However, since that time, the couple hadn’t done any work together here.
