Chapter 43: Are you surprised I can’t trust you?
Cass stared at Draken, who seemed to be nervous while faced with Cass at his desk. Draken kind of looked like a kid being scolded at school, and Cass shook his head.
He could not be thinking of Draken that way. The man was an ancient dragon who had helped from the country they were living in. No matter what he said about his sad backstory, the man was instrumental in the history of this country. He just ’happened’ across Lady Fiona in the story.
Cass was just a side character in their story. A plot device.
"You are worse then fucking Edgar." Draken growled and Cass took it as a glowing compliment. It was a great thing to be told that he was worse than an official for the temple. It made his heart warm.
"That’s a very nice thing of you to say, but still doesn’t answer my question." Draken seemed confused for a moment, before his expression smoothed out.
"You like being called sneaky and underhanded?" Cass blinked.
"Is that what you were calling me?" Draken nodded. "Well, doesn’t everybody like that?" Cass asked in turn and Draken stared at Cass, leaning against his hand on his desk, doodling on a blank piece of paper while he spoke to Draken.
"No, Lord Blackburn. Most people do not like being called that. I doubt that any of my kind would like it, save one. My broodmother." Cass froze. He did not like the sound of that. That felt too romance novel-y. Being compared to anyone’s mother was never a good sign.
"W-Well, Lord Vespertine and I both like compliments like that, so it’s not that unusual, now is it? Well? You still haven’t answered my question, Draken." Cass was desperate to not keep the conversation on this train of thought. He did not think it would have a good reality for him.