"Ah, Azrael is here? Great."
Lucian's eyes lit up. This news brought him a rare sense of satisfaction. Until now, he had been unwillingly caught up in political intrigues, whereas in his previous life, he had been nothing more than a brilliant businessman and engineer—Xavier Lancaster.
A radiant smile spread across his face as he allowed himself to drift into his thoughts, lost in them for a long moment. Then, he ordered the guards to have Azrael immediately escorted to the meeting hall.
A heavy silence settled in until Lucian finally broke it. This time, his gaze was sharp, his expression unreadable.
"Chris, you still haven't answered me."
Standing straight like a soldier, hands clasped behind his back, Chris let out a quiet sigh before replying.
"Your Majesty..."
"..."
"I am indeed a dragon of the Dragon Clan. I am around a century old… And like all my kin, I am a descendant of the Dragon God, Kael. In a way, he is our father."
Lucian instinctively swallowed.
