Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The queen's order came down so quickly that Alarielle could hardly believe it. When the invitation from the Court of Avalon reached Caledor, it only took a few hours for the Court of Dragons to give a clear response.

Arrived the next day.

No matter what Prince Caledor thought, Alarielle was very happy about it. In terms of personal relationships, she had a close connection with Menil. The child received the blessing of the Mother Goddess when he was born. Perhaps the Queen should be called godmother?

As for the disputes between the elders, the queen pretended not to see them. Draconir was planning something, making a strong statement to the various kingdoms, and preparing for war at any time.

Perhaps the arrival of Prince Caledor was to show the Dragon Prince's respect for His Majesty, to deliver the lifeblood of the kingdom to Alarielle as a friendly hostage, and to prove Caledor's absolute loyalty to the Queen.

The mother and son, who arrived in a hurry, did not receive Avalon's standard reception etiquette, but the fact that the queen personally greeted them was enough to show that there was no need for red tape.

"His Majesty."

Gladys lifted her skirt and bent her knees, her pretty face full of solemnity as she bowed and greeted the queen.

Only the naughty child seemed unwilling to follow the rules taught by his mother. He imitated his grandfather's posture of supporting his chin with his hand and nodded as he looked at the peaceful queen in front of him.

"Are you the queen? I see, sooner or later, one day..."

"Menil, the Everqueen is a hereditary succession system. Don't say nonsense as you said in front of the Phoenix King." Belannar reminded from the side and also nodded and touched his chest to salute the queen.

The little prince ignored the teacher's reminder and raised his head and snorted: "I can take his place!"

When a child who was not even as tall as a thigh boasted proudly, no one would take it seriously, except for Gladys, who felt ashamed. This child was beaten too hard...

After all, when I was three years old, I dared to say in front of my grandfather that it would be better for me to be the Phoenix King respected by the people.

The queen smiled as she bent over and picked up the reluctant Menil. She just felt that the little prince with silver hair that did not conform to the dragon tamer family tradition was even more adorable.

"Have you told Aunt Elisara that you want to take her throne?"

"Of course I did..."

The little prince was about to respond when he heard a call like that of a devil.

The little queen hurried over, walked quickly to the mother's side, and tried to open her arms to snatch ownership of the child.

"My little prince, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me? You must miss me very much. Show me if you have grown up again."

The queen turned around, dodging her daughter's outstretched pig's trotter, and reprimanded her mercilessly: "Elissa, how dare you speak to Prince Caledor in such a way."

Then, Alarielle held the child in her arms and said kindly, "What do you call me, Prince Menil?"

"elder sister."

"Menil!" Gladys reminded loudly that this is not the Dragon Palace and you can't do whatever you want.

"It's okay. This just proves that in the eyes of the little prince, I am still very young." The queen smiled even more, holding Menil in her arms and walked towards the Evergarden, leaving only a few words in the wind.

"Lord Belannaar, I believe you came to Avalon to investigate the stability of the earth's energy. I have instructed Liraz to cooperate with you throughout the process. If the maid has any problems that are difficult to solve, please report to the court... Elisara will definitely be able to handle it for me."

"Your will."

Belanna and Elisara looked at each other. He could see the helplessness in the little queen's eyes, but in the end he could only nod silently and agreed to assist the retired old wizard in his investigation. The old wizard nodded and stepped back, nodded to one of the guards, and said goodbye to the busy Avalon Palace.

Walking with the Iron Wolf always gave Belannaar some...unusual insights. This human mage had a deep study of the Winds of Magic and was the best in Ulthuan in terms of rune magic. He was one of the few mages who could fully understand the deepest secrets of the Anvil of Vaal.

This time, the two of them also came with an important mission...

On the edge of the island in Eden Valley, listening to the sound of sea breeze and waves, the rich breath of life in Avalon made Iron Wolf feel a little uncomfortable. He squatted on the rock and watched from the side as Belannar was holding a guide stone and looking for something.

"I hate this plan. Elsa's power is completely in Alarielle's hands. Why are you and Draknir so obsessed with...stealing the power of the deceased queen?"

"Avalon refused to participate in the so-called unjust war, but Ulthuan needed the power of this kingdom blessed by Aisha. We trained many life mages, but the final battle reports always showed that destruction and salvation are never a balanced relationship.

The Flame Spell Training Room you preside over at the Magic Academy is always packed, but the Life-Saving Seminar next to it is always attended by only a few old wizards who are not up to par. It is also difficult for the White Tower of Hos to train a large number of life magicians in a short period of time. From a practical point of view..."

"From a practical point of view, for the sake of the greater good of Ulthuan, the Regent specially sent his respected teacher, the most prestigious and authoritative scholar in Ulthuan, to secretly borrow some of Aisha's power in the name of investigating the stability of the energy of the Avalon leyline.

If you ask me, he is not as good as his father in this respect. He is forcing Avalon to give the person to him, and it depends on whether the Queen dares to refuse. "

Iron Wolf was drinking alone. His job was to use a rune device to seal the power of Aisha in the soul after Belannar found the remaining wills of previous queens.

The nature of the tool is disposable, and it only serves to give you an extra insurance to reverse the situation.

"It's different from before... The Queen is still the de facto master of Athel Loren. Even though the Forest Council chaired by Alaros is subservient to the Phoenix King, Asrai will only listen to the Queen's orders."

"I don't think so... why not take a gamble?"

Belanna looked up with interest. "What's the point of betting? I don't like drinking."

"Let's bet on whether Asrai will do something small in this Bretonnian war. I don't think so."

"Then I'll assume so... Stop drinking and bring the device over."

Belannaar whispered and began to pray and communicate with the land of Avalon. This was the place that Imrik had marked, and it was likely the residence of the soul of a queen.

The shadow, as illusory as sand, seemed a little surprised after seeing Belanna and Iron Wolf. The queen floating in the air was about to ask something, but she saw the old elf nodding humbly and taking out a plate with the phoenix mark on it.

"Your Majesty, the Phoenix King needs your help..."

The queen's expression flickered, as if she was recalling the elf warrior she met two hundred years ago.

"Imric, son of Caledor..."

"Yes, he is the eleventh Phoenix King."

Belanna held the spherical device above her head, and the queen slowly extended her slender hand. The mysterious power that only existed in the land of Avalon slowly flowed into one of the countless contingency plans.

"Give him my regards, the favored one of Hoeth..."

"I will." A deep bow showed that Belanna's heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface. This was disturbing the sleep of the dead, not to mention the Everqueen... (End of this chapter)