Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 735 The right to say no in life

The gentle and clear voice kept appearing in Imrik's ears, and the Eternal Queen was trying to persuade him. The actions of the dragon court were exacerbating the divisions in Ulthuan.

No matter what the final result is, it will definitely not satisfy everyone, and the balance that was finally formed will be broken again.

Imrik snorted coldly, "Tell me, Alarielle, what would you do if Alishara was coerced and sent to a place where the enemy and we are unknown."

"I……"

Before the Eternal Queen could answer, Imric was already close to roaring and growling, "Minasnil and I will personally tear the throat of this dog thief, and Fenubar is the dog thief now! I will send people Heading to Avalon, my daughter’s security will be taken care of by the Dragon Palace in the near future.”

Regardless of his lover's reaction, Imric had directly hung up the magic communicator. This woman always liked to choose the wrong position when she needed to take sides, thinking about the balanced rule inherited from Avalon.

But as everyone knows, this world will never tolerate the existence of kindness and hesitation. Although extremes have limitations, they can also solve problems faster.

After dealing with Avalon, Imric turned to Teclis. The speed of this change was too fast. The original plan to sink the Lilith Temple could only be shelved and his attention was focused on Lothern.

The voice of the Supreme Mage was a little vague, as if he was adjusting the magic route.

After 10 minutes of rustling, it finally ended.

"The Platinum Flame Temple cuts off my magic flow to Etain. Before we know the true situation of Fenuba, the plan is shelved."

"Well, the reaction of the Sulfri political class."

"As always, we want to maintain the preeminence of the Magic Kingdom."

"Understood, pay attention to the movements of the Heth Temple."

"Your Excellency Alfonso..." Teclis hesitated for a while. The Chosen God of Hos, who had already taken a side, had an unclear attitude on this matter, which made the Supreme Mage feel a little embarrassed.

"He is preparing to resign as the honorary advisor of the Archmage Council. Ogusge may inherit the identity of the chief magic swordsman from Mr. Belannar."

Imrik asked decisively, "What do you think."

The Chief Magic Swordsman leads the most elite group of high-end combat forces in Savre. If Teclis loses control over it, the power of the Supreme Mage will be reduced by at least one-third.

"Ogusger has no clear tendency and will naturally make a reasonable choice when the time is right."

Continuously communicating about the recent changes, the two focused on jumping back and must seize the opportunity in this Ulthuan Grand Council.

The hurried Dragon Prince had just finished his conversation with the Supreme Mage, and had received secret communications from Morarion and Odd. He was explaining some important timings when an untimely knock on the door came.

Let Morarion wait and see for the time being, Imric whispered to the door,

"Come in."

There was a slight sound of pushing the door, and Draconir, who had a slightly reserved face, stepped forward. He rarely entered his father's study in the past.

Just because every time I see my father in the study, he always has a serious face, and it is the same now.

"Father, Gui'an."

The child's restrained salute made Imrik point his fingers at his temples, feeling a little dissatisfied. It would have been fine if he were the ruler of another kingdom, but now the Caledor family only had him and him.

Is the so-called court etiquette used to deal with parents?

But the reserve that belonged to his father still prevented Imrik from saying this. Perhaps the child could play with him as much as he wanted when he was young, but as he grew older, his father's influence would become more important.

You can be a happy person, but you will never become a happy person when you grow up.

"Dracnir, what's the matter?"

The prince was silent for a while. Judging from his facial expression, he seemed to be thinking about it in his heart.But he always had to say something, not to mention that the person in front of him was his father.

"How do you plan to handle the Phoenix Royal Court matter?"

Imrik looked at the child with interest. This kid was only ten years old, so why did he still care about political affairs.

A normal Prince of Caledor would be more interested in dragons than anything else right now.

"what do you want me to do?"

Draconir obviously didn't expect his father to say this, and his expression started to show panic.

His father's majesty is higher than anything else, even the Phoenix King cannot compare with him. This is something he has believed in since he was a child.

Even if he angrily curses now and says that the little kid should study hard and not interfere in matters that are not part of his duties, it seems much more reasonable than this.

He hesitated and explained, "I don't have any opinion, I just want to understand..."

Before the child could finish speaking, Imric interrupted him forcefully.
"Your Excellency Belannar should have taught you that when you ask a question, the answer has been preset, and you will naturally have the answer to the question in your mind."

Drachnir lowered his head, hoping not to have any eyes contact with his father. While flipping through the relevant confidential files of the palace, he finally vaguely understood that his father was by no means the kind-hearted person he had been when he was a child.

Perhaps more than a million lives have been lost either personally or indirectly at the hands of my father, and all of this seems to be going on.

"I hope you can let me go to Lothern. The palace's current plan is also to develop peacefully. The split with the Phoenix Court is not a good thing. With Aunt Alarielle and Uncle Tyrion, Lothern is for me. It’s not dangerous.”

Imric did not deny this matter, but nodded seriously, "Yes, even if you are in Lothern, your life will never be threatened in any way, but what about the other thing?"

"You are the only son that your mother and I have now, and maybe in the future. Even if Tyron Locke's inheritance rights change, at least you will inherit my throne.

Your ancestors and mine have grown up in the Longji Mountains since we can remember, and there has never been an exception.Learn from the elder dragons, watch the ups and downs of the Vaal Anvil volcano, walk across Caledor to understand the needs of the people, walk along the coastline with soldiers, and measure the land firsthand.

What the people of Caledor need is a prince who belongs to Caledor, not an outsider wearing Caledor skin. What the dragon needs is not a bloodline that can play the dragon's horn, but respect and recognition.

I will not let a proton with a low Lothern accent inherit the Dragon Horn, and the people will never accept a severely foreignized ruler. "

"But, but..." Draconir obviously didn't know how to respond. If he asked the attendant to go with him, it would ensure that the most orthodox Caledorian education would still be maintained in Lothern, but his father would definitely not think it was feasible.

"Nothing is wrong!" Imrik taught the child resolutely and in a serious tone,

"As my son, you are born with the right to say no, both to the Phoenix Royal Court and to me, but before you can exercise this power, you must listen to me."

"Now, take your salute and immediately go to the temple in the Dragon Spine Mountains. Stay with Minas Nir before I figure out the affairs of the Phoenix King's Court."

The sensitive child didn't know how to persuade him. His father knew the consequences of his move, but he still did it.

Sacrificing the interests of the country in exchange for the safety of an heir was something Draconir was not willing to do.

As the child left, Adira, who had heard the news, quickly came over and asked what Imric had said.

At this time, Imrik finally put down his serious face and smiled wryly, "I really doubt whether this kid is my son. This kind of weakness has never appeared in the Dragon Tamer family. He is quite fierce when fighting." , but once you care about your life, you are like a rabbit."

"Maybe it's Gladys's influence." Adira naturally mentioned the newspaper girl from Lothern, but from her mother's point of view, she might be a little jealous.

Imrik, who was rubbing his eyebrows, was not in the mood to consider his wife's psychology for the time being. Now that he said that, maybe it was true.

Otherwise, judging from the people my son has been in contact with since he was a child, there is no one who is soft-hearted, and it is impossible to look like this.

"Temporarily separate the two of them. After completing the trial in the Dragon's Back Mountains. At the age of 50, no, 40 years old, they will be sent to Nagaroth for training first."

(End of this chapter)