Chapter 247: Message
Soon, word reached Kingdom High Command that there was a spy within the city, and the entire metropolis was thrown into lockdown. Tiefling Guards were urgently deployed, blocking every major thoroughfare. Wyverns patrolled the skies, scanning for suspicious figures. Several Spellcasters were dispatched to different districts, using Divination Spells to track the intruder’s presence.
Lanpu found the uninvited guest intriguing. According to “Nocturne’s” description, this was no ordinary caster—someone capable of wielding at least a 4th-level spell.
In the southern quadrant of Northwind Keep, Earth Gnome Line Infantry marched past, yet failed to detect the shimmering illusion before them, a phantom landscape masking the real world. Behind it, Olivia worked swiftly with magic, tending to her wounds and calming the lingering Corrosive Toxin Mist.
Polymorph was a masterful spell—born from within—but shifting into human form was often a dragon’s most vulnerable state. History had seen countless Silver Dragons slain while maintaining their mortal guise. Olivia wasn’t about to become another tragic footnote.
She stared tensely at the passing patrols, her mind racing.
A Wyvern’s distant roar echoed through the sky. If she stayed much longer, her position would be compromised.
“I have to leave this city.”
“If I stay, I might draw that Red Dragon.”
Her blue-gray eyes flickered with an inner glow, allowing her to see every detail around her—every movement, every threat.
“Damn this Magic Suppression Field,” she muttered under her breath.
After a painstakingly long construction of the Spellcraft Model, Olivia finally activated the Greater Invisibility Spell. Her form dissolved once more into complete transparency.
Just as she began to stealth through the gate, her escape nearly complete—
BANG!
The Magic Detection Alarm at the gate erupted with a deafening roar. Runes flared violently, flashing red.
The Spellcaster stationed at the southern gate shouted urgently, “Seal it off! Enemy casting magic!”
Earth Gnome Line Infantry surged forward, surrounding the gate like a wall of stone. The Mage unleashed probing spells, forcing Olivia’s invisible form to reveal itself.
“Damn it!” Olivia clenched her teeth.
She had to admit—this city’s defenses were far more severe than she’d anticipated. Even she had been caught off guard.
The Gnomes pinpointed her location and fired without hesitation—voluntary volleys of bullets shot through the air in a deadly barrage. Simultaneously, the Wyvern above shrieked and dove, eager to claim the glory of capturing the intruder.
Chaos erupted.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
A roar, fierce and unnatural for her small frame, erupted from Olivia’s throat.
Then—her entire body erupted with shimmering Arcane Radiance. The long robes enveloping her swelled outward, and thick white smoke billowed into the air.
Silver, metallic scales emerged across her form. Two smooth, glistening horns arched from her head. A frill of flowing, crested skin rose from her skull, cascading down her neck and trailing back to her tail.
When the smoke cleared, the delicate girl was gone.
In her place stood a true Silver Dragon—the second most powerful among the Metal Dragons, only surpassed by the Golden Dragon.
Without hesitation, the Silver Dragon unfurled her wings, unleashing a hurricane that tore through the air. She ascended into the sky.
“Ahh!”
“What is that?!”
“It’s a dragon! A real dragon!”
“The wind—it’s too strong!”
Below, Great Goblins were flung off their feet, desperately firing into the sky. The Wyvern, caught in the storm, tumbled and flailed helplessly in the gale.
Olivia soared freely, escaping the city that had felt like a trap at every turn.
On the city wall, Lanpu stood, gazing upward into the sky, his eyes fixed on the distant silver silhouette.
“A Silver Dragon?”
“…Feels oddly familiar.”
He rubbed his chin, lost in quiet reflection.
…
“BOOM!”
The ground trembled as dust erupted in a violent explosion. Olivia crashed down hard, her form shattering the illusion once more—reverting back to human shape.
In the lands of the Kingdom of Ashen, the form of a Silver Dragon was far too conspicuous. She’d only revert to her True Form if absolutely necessary.
“They discovered me.” Olivia frowned deeply. She hadn’t expected this city to be so fiercely guarded.
She removed her hood, revealing a face of refined beauty.
Her gaze drifted toward the distant Northwind Keep. Her fingers tightened around her Staff, her blue-gray eyes sharpening with resolve.
“Kingdom of Ashen… what kind of nation is this?”
“Even simple farmers are bound to their war chariots, forced into serving as pawns for an Evil Dragon—some even defend him willingly.”
“It’s unbelievable.”
She exhaled, almost in disbelief.
Then—golden light pierced the horizon, cutting through her thoughts.
A phantom image appeared in the sky, a radiant Golden Fireball like a miniature sun—visible only to dragons.
“That’s…” Olivia’s eyes widened. Her breath caught. A wave of pure joy surged through her, nearly making her leap in excitement.
“It’s Anher’s signal!”
“He might still be alive!”
For years, Olivia had remembered the words of the Gold Dragon—those final, solemn instructions that had weighed heavily upon her soul. And now, this familiar signal… it was like a spark of hope, a whisper from the past.
Perhaps… her kin… was still out there.
But as she turned to the source of the signal, her expression froze.
—It came from the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.
The lair of the so-called “King of the Burnt,” the most feared fortress in legend—where no one had ever returned alive.
Yet… why would the Gold Dragon’s message emerge from there?
Could it be that the “sleeping” state was just a lie? Had the Red Dragon been mortally wounded—vulnerable, ripe for the kill?
Or… had Anher discovered a way to bind the Red Dragon, to save the entire Northern Regions?
All of it was speculation. Pure conjecture.
But if she was wrong—if the Red Dragon awakened—then her fate would be dire.
Silver Dragon and Red Dragon were natural enemies—doomed to clash in a battle of life and death. Usually, the Silver Dragon prevailed—thanks to allies. But this time…
She stood alone.
Olivia lowered her head, her slender fingers gripping her Staff tightly. Her expression wavered—hesitant, torn.
Anher’s radiant image, the memory of his final words, flashed before her eyes once more.
“I will bring true Justice and Order to Anzeta… to all of Ailezegai. That is my purpose—no matter the cost.”
“Olivia… when the time comes, I will leave a Message here—telling you the Intelligence I uncovered about the Red Dragon… at the cost of my life.”
She took a deep breath.
“I promised you I’d see this through.”
“I’m not fighting alone.”
With that, she lifted her head.
Her blue-gray eyes—once filled with doubt—now burned with unwavering resolve. Like the solemn farewell of the Gold Dragon long ago.
(End of Chapter)
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