Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Gladys, holding a fruit plate, strolled through the spacious and bright office. This was a temporary workplace, which was obviously different from the grand and magnificent one that should have been used by the regent...

So much so that the mistress of the Dragon Palace had to turn around and walk somewhere else every half a minute when she was walking to avoid bumping into the wall.

The end of the communication made Gladys a little curious. Her husband's unique magical ability allowed him to complete the communication spell in his mind, which originally required magical equipment as auxiliary materials.

Ordinary people cannot tell that the Dragon Prince is dealing with other things in his mind while he is working. This seemingly multitasking method is praised by Draconian as highly efficient time management.

After being married for a hundred years, it was natural for them to easily notice each other's abnormality. Gladys couldn't help but be curious about what made her husband put down his pen and concentrate on the communication spell.

"Old world stuff?"

"I guess so... Call Phyllis over. I hope she can remember her duties and not become Menil's babysitter."

Draconian shook his head and closed the documents on his desktop. His deep gaze proved that he was constantly thinking about something in his mind. This made Gladys even more puzzled. Things in the old world... didn't seem to be very troublesome.

But she didn't ask too much. If her husband was willing to let her know, she would know.

Twenty minutes later, Phyllis, with messy hair and a hint of fatigue, finally came before the Dragon Prince.

Who would have thought that the little prince was so obsessed with the issue of hair color. He repeatedly asked why he and his mother were the only ones with silver hair, while his grandfather, grandmother and father all had shining golden hair. This made Phyllis, who also had silver hair, a little troubled.

"Is he still struggling with the hair color issue?" Draknir asked with a smile. He was a little distressed about this matter and thought that children should not be allowed to learn such troublesome knowledge too early...

Taking the comb from Gladys, the two women sat on the couch together, and Phyllis explained with some complaint.

"I tried to explain that he has some Nagarys blood. His grandfather was a pure..." She glanced at Draknir and found that the Dragon Prince was normal. She continued, "Son of Caledor, I do not agree with the view that bloodline is supreme, but it is obvious that this will cause some changes in physical characteristics."

Most of the Asur have blonde hair, except for Nagareth, who has mostly black hair mixed with some silver.

This can clearly identify the source of one's identity, and is one of the reasons why silver hair has been unwelcome in Ulthuan society for many years, as it is considered too unorthodox.

"Nagareth bloodline... It's a little funny to say this. I remember that the Shadow King wanted to dye his black hair back to its original golden color, but in the end the basin turned into a black dye vat and he still couldn't return to his original appearance."

Draconian may be satirizing the theory of bloodline, although he himself is the biggest beneficiary of the theory of bloodline, but it doesn't matter.

"Let's end the boring topic... North just talked to me. What do you think about the proposal of the Noble Council?"

Phyllis pretended to be confused and stopped combing her hair: "What can I say? It all depends on what you and your father think."

"You are a confidant of my father that the Council of Nobles planted in my father's group... Of course, I don't like to use this word, but to be more precise, you are a bridge, passing some important and crucial information to each other.

I don't think the Noble Council knows nothing about the Old World. You must have revealed the Malus incident." Phyllis didn't refute, but nodded calmly, "We have the right to know what kind of war we are about to participate in."

"I won't deny that... I know exactly what you think, but I will never agree with it."

The calm tone showed Draconian's determination. He stared at his father's maid seriously, his eyes full of persistence.

Phyllis frowned, as if pondering the meaning of Draknir's words. Only Gladys was a little puzzled, wondering what riddle the two were talking about.

The woman who had become a Caledor elf took Phyllis's arm and smiled softly, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Why can't we talk about it in a nice way? I believe Drakniel can understand the difficulties of the council, and the council also knows the heavy responsibility he shoulders."

Phyllis put down the comb and asked seriously, "I don't understand. This is a great honor, but you are still resisting. Just imagine how much effort your father made to get the throne of Phoenix King.

Lustria, Naggaroth, the South Kingdoms, the Badlands, the Dragonblight... These places that were once out of reach for Caledor have all become the sphere of influence of the Dragon Kingdom. We are doing our best to prepare for a war that will convince all the elves, just so that you can be successfully crowned in the position that belongs to you.

This is not only Caledor's idea, but also the wish of all the elves. The elves firmly believe that the Dragon Tamer family can lead the Elven Empire forward and return to the power of dominating the fate of the world at the dawn of creation, but you..."

The maid took a deep breath, as if to remind herself not to get too excited: "But you are entangled in some boring ethical issues. We know that you are concerned about your blood relationship with Elisara, and you have sworn a blood oath to your ancestors that you will never let Gladys down.

But there is a solution to this. Imrik can solve the Asuryan Blessing for the next queen, but you are entangled in some boring..."

"I'm sorry, Gladys, I have to say this, it's a personal cognitive dilemma. The union of Imrik and Alarielle out of love is rare. Most Phoenix Kings and Queens only have one night of contact. Your great ancestor, the Conqueror King, did not even complete the union ceremony with the Queen due to the urgency of the war.

No one will question your loyalty to Gladys, but an eternal dynasty belonging to the dragon should be inherited by you... Whether it is the Dark Land, the Sorrowful Mountains, or the distant Cathay, they can all become the cornerstones for your coronation as king, and countless people are willing to make sacrifices for this grand goal. "

Sure enough... Draconian and Gladys looked at each other. No matter what topic they talked about, the final conclusion would definitely be this.

Draconian's hesitation brought about Phyllis's equally dullness. She didn't want to say much, but she had to say nothing, because the current Dragon Prince was idle all day long.

Prince Long thought for some time and did not respond directly to this sensitive question. This was an extreme contradiction between his personal thoughts and the wishes of the people.

"What are the conditions for Agthel to join the war? He has not expressed his opinion in the war council for a long time. He is only cooperating with Terenlock to achieve some military goals."

"Fight in your name, in the name of Prince Caledor, not the War Council of the Phoenix Court."

Draconian slapped the table, pushed away the chair, picked up the cloak hanging on the wall, and walked towards the office door.

This aroused Gladys's curiosity, and she asked softly, "Are you planning to return home?"

"Let those stupid ministers handle the government affairs. I have to go back to the meeting. Before the nobles in the Council of Nobles are satisfied, I don't think I will be able to come to Lothern for a while." (End of this chapter)