Chapter 6: What do we have here?
"This is the last dorm, Your Grace," one of the Knights of House Vorrakyn said. He wore light steel armor of red and white, with his chest decorated with the spread wings of the Dragon.
Four of them followed Drenvar Vorrakyn.
Drenvar is a tall man with a dead face. There was no emotion on his face, not even coldness. His red eyes were sharp like the edge of a blade.
He wore a robe of the Vorrakyn’s colors and walked with the casual confidence of someone assured of their powers in their domain. On his neck hung a chain with the head of a Dragon.
"None of the children are impressive," he said dryly.
Someone was following behind him, a female dressed the same way. She shrugged. "I can point to one or two."
She is Skya Vorrakyn, Drenvar’s sister and one of the Commanders of the Vorrakyn family.
Drenvar narrowed his eyes. "They lack the ruthlessness that a child of the Dragon should have. Maybe we can salvage one percent of the hundred percent. They also don’t have a strong command of the force."
His hand tightened as he spoke, and a faint dark red aura briefly covered him. His shadows twisted before returning to normal. "We need to find another way, Skya. This method isn’t working. I’m just creating trash every batch."
"Then it’s good you had your children six years ago in this same batch. They’re promising, right? Also, the two can already shape the force as if they’ve been doing it for twenty years. Also, their soul space is already impressive. We might really hit it this time and bring forth an S rank, one of the Dragons!"
The gleam in Drenvar’s eyes sharpened. "Indeed. The two children now carry the hope of the family."