Chapter 89: Preparing to Head to the Dragon Tribe!
Zebulun had clearly misunderstood everything.
He frowned, staring at Misha and Lance with an indescribable look, as if he were imagining things that were far too indecent to speak aloud. Seeing him like that… Misha felt a wave of dread.
But Misha knew that explaining was likely futile. The more he tried to clarify, the weirder it would look. It was better to ignore it and get straight to business.
Misha: “About the Dragon Race’s Star-gazing Groundsā”
Lance: “It’s a misunderstanding.”
Misha: “Eh?”
Zebulun: “…”
Misha couldn’t help but look at the Yong Zhe. He couldn’t understand why this man, who usually acted so strangely, was suddenly so eager to explain himself today. But before he could voice his confusion, Zebulun nodded rapidly.
“I understand,” Zebulun whispered.
Misha: “…”
Lance switched back to serious mode in a split second.
“Weāve already been to the Elven Holy Land,” Lance said. “Misha has seen the sky.”
Zebulun: “…”
Zebulun understood perfectly.
If Misha hadn’t seen the sky and realized the truth, there was no way he, as the Mo Wang chosen by the gods to be the Yong Zhe’s archnemesis, would be standing before the human hero in such an ambiguous manner. It looked like they were engaging in some sort of bizarre romantic roleplay with iron cages and chains.
Tsk. These youngsters, whether human or Mo Wang…
Truly eccentric.
“The sky in the Dragon territory is thinner, so we can see it more clearly,” Lance said seriously. “Next, we want to head to the Dragon Race.”
Zebulun was stunned for a long while before slowly nodding.
Ignoring the previous awkwardness, Misha asked, “Where exactly are the Dragon Race’s Star-gazing Grounds?”
“In the Holy Temple,” Zebulun replied after a momentās thought. “I… believe Iāve already told you this.”
Not only that, but he had also given Misha the incantation to find the grounds. That meant Misha and Lance could have found it on their own; they didn’t actually need to summon him here for help.
To be honest, after telling Misha everything… Zebulun had started to regret it.
He felt that the Star-gazing Grounds and the state of the sky weren’t his responsibility. Even if he went there to look, he couldn’t change anything. Besides, if he actually went, he would run into someone he desperately didn’t want to see.
He wanted to back out.
The fate of the world could be handled by the Yong Zhe and the Mo Wang. Right now, he just wanted to go back to his little cottage in the forest, stay with his magic and ancient books, and live out his dull, overly long life.
Lance, however, continued smoothly, “I promised I would take you to the Dragon Race.”
Zebulun: “…”
Misha also nodded. “We can set out in two days.”
Zebulun: “…”
Zebulun didn’t say a single word from beginning to end. He just stood there in silence, eyes downcast, staring at his own hands. His behavior was extremely odd. At least in Lanceās eyes, Zebulun was acting very out of character today.
Lance had overheard the conversation between Misha and Zebulun earlier and knew that Zebulun had some sort of strange history with a Black Dragon. He hadn’t been paying much attention to someone else’s romantic drama at the time, but he vaguely remembered something aboutāa dragon egg?
Yes, Lance was slightly interested in the dragon egg part.
Lance frowned slightly and asked, “You don’t want to go to the Dragon Race?”
Zebulun nodded silently and gently.
Lance: “Is it because of the Black Dragon?”
Zebulun: “…”
Misha nervously tugged at Lanceās sleeve, signaling him to be more tactful.
But Lance didn’t noticeāor rather, he had no intention of noticing. He said bluntly, “Weāre going to the Dragon Raceās Holy Temple, not the territory of the Black Dragon clan.”
Zebulun: “…”
Zebulun didn’t answer.
But Misha understood Lanceās point.
The Dragon Race, like humans and other races, were considered “blessed” by the gods and symbolized light. Black Dragons, however, were monsters. Monsters didn’t live with the Dragon Race. Their goal was the Holy Temple, so what did that have to do with the Black Dragon?
Lance frowned again, looking slightly surprised. “Don’t tell me you also have history with other dragons in the Dragon Raceā”
Misha: “…Eh?!”
Wait, is it that scandalous?
What exactly has Zebulun been doing during the thousand years he’s been alive!
Zebulun was not a man skilled in defending himself.
He was clearly stunned, having no idea how to explain. It took a while for him to snap out of it, and he hurriedly shook his head. “To reach the Dragon Holy Temple, one must pass through the Black Dragon’s territory.”
The Black Dragons were, after all, a branch of the Dragon Race, and their territories were intertwined. Dragons could fly, so they could reach the Temple without obstacles. But if an ordinary person wanted to go, they had to cross through the Black Dragon’s lands.
Zebulunās brow furrowed with uncontrollable worry.
“As long as I pass through his territory,” Zebulun whispered, “he will find me.”
Lance couldn’t help but say, “Misha can fly, too.”
Misha: “…”
Zebulun froze and instinctively turned to look at Mishaās currently empty back. Since returning to the Mo Wang Castle, Misha had hidden his wings. But the Yong Zhe was right; the Mo Wang could indeed fly. If the Mo Wang could carry themā
No, carrying two people might be a bit of a stretch for the Mo Wang.
“…If thereās no other way,” Misha whispered, a bit reluctantly, “I can carry both of you in.”
He figured he was already used to carrying the Yong Zhe everywhere. Adding one Zebulun wouldn’t be that much harderāheād just be a bit heavier. As the magnificent Mo Wang, this weight was nothing!
Zebulun hesitated, looking at Lance with an unspoken caution. He said tentatively, “Maybe… I shouldn’t?”
He was still afraid of the Yong Zhe and felt such an action was inappropriate. To his surprise, Lance let out a long, weary sigh.
“Just take me in,” Lance said, sounding helpless.
Misha: “And Zebulun?”
Lance: “You can summon him whenever you want. Wouldn’t it be better to just call him once youāre inside?”
Misha: “…”
Zebulun: “…”
Zebulun shook his head vigorously.
I must have spent too much time with the Mo Wang, Zebulun thought. My brain is starting to rot, too.
Lance had finalized the plan to enter the Dragon Holy Temple. They wouldn’t have to cross the Black Dragon’s territory, yet Zebulun was still hesitating.
Lance felt that his patience only barely extended to Misha.
With Zebulun being so indecisive, Lance was starting to lose his cool.
“The issue between you two,” Lance said, arching an eyebrow, “is it really as simple as a single dragon egg?”
Misha: “?”
No, no, no, a dragon egg is already a HUGE deal!
Most people can’t even manage that!
Zebulun: “I…”
Lance: “Did you lay the egg?”
Zebulun shook his head frantically.
Lance: “Did he lay it?”
Zebulun continued to shake his head.
Lance let out a soft tsk. “Then what are you afraid of?”
Zebulun: “I…”
Misha cleared his throat, interrupting Lance. He even leaned in close to Lanceās ear and lowered his voice: “Stop talking. When Zebulun used ancient magic to strip away his emotions, he and Gilieri might haveā”
Lance: “Oh.”
Misha: “Eh?”
Lance took a deep breath of exasperation.
Lance continued to press, “Did you force the dragon?”
A faint blush crept onto Zebulunās face, looking slightly embarrassed, but he immediately shook his head.
“Youāre both grown-up Archdemons,” Lance said. “It was a consensual thing, so why be embarrassed?”
Zebulun: “…”
Misha: “…”
Is this something a righteous Human Yong Zhe should be saying?!
Zebulun was deeply shocked.
He sat in the corner, seemingly pondering Lanceās words over and over. Upon further reflection… he felt that Lanceās words actually made some sense.
Right, why… was he still afraid?
He recalled that before Ashby met Prince Devante, he used to love flirting with beauties everywhere, including many familiar faces among the monsters. But Ashby never minded.
When Ashby met those people again, he didn’t feel awkward at all.
Although Ashby had never made a move on other Archdemons, they were all monsters; the difference wasn’t that big. It wasn’t like he had actually birthed the egg, so why was he so nervous?
Zebulun finally made up his mind.
He nodded slowly and said, “I understand.”
Since he had done nothing wrong, he should hold his head high and head to the Dragon Holy Temple to figure out what was really going on.
“If we hurry,” Misha said suddenly, “Gilieri might not have made it back to the Black Dragon territory yet.”
Zebulun: “…Ah?”
Lance also frowned. “Not made it back?”
Misha: “…”
Excellent. Misha remembered now.
He had forgotten to tell the Yong Zhe about this, too.
Genesis had sent Gilieri to the Royal Capital to kidnap the princess, all to give the Yong Zhe a chance to hate monsters and play the hero. Gilieri had been busy incubating the egg and delayed his departure for a long time. Calculating the time, if Genesis hadn’t notified him of the change in plans, he might still be in the Royal Capital, bitterly waiting for the Yong Zheās arrival.
Zebulun was suddenly full of energy.
“Let’s go now,” Zebulun said with rare excitement. “If we leave now, we might reach the Dragon Holy Temple by tonight.”
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Im so curious about the egg bro.