Book 15: Chapter 44
The question from yesterday did, indeed, somewhat stump me. After all, I saw Sylvana’s lonely gaze at Troy City. She felt lonely upon seeing so many elves and humans, since she no longer had any kin of the same race. As the only dragon, she was bound to feel incredibly lonely. I wasn’t educated on dragons. The extent of my knowledge was that they were large and powerful. However, I knew some things, which I learnt about from Ling Yue and the elves. The dragons went extinct, because of their own in-fighting; but nonetheless, they were a race that created countless glories. Would they really wipe each other all out during a war against themselves?
“Should I help Dragon Mom search for fellow dragons?” was what I thought about.
Ling Yue tried to revive her tribe and would rather forsake everything to achieve that. I could sense the pride and nostalgia she felt for her tribe. I think she was jealous of Nier and Lucia, but also nostalgic to a certain degree when she was in their presence. She once lived the life they since marrying me lived. She lived in a large home with family, relatives and friends around her, not to mention she had lots of maids following her to take care of her. After her tribe’s extermination, she was the only member remaining member of her tribe. That was why she felt lonely and reminisced the past. As a result, she was determined to stay at her place even though it meant she had to give up everything she could have.
So, the question was, would Dragon Mom feel the same way as Ling Yue? While Dragon Mom had never brought it up with me, perhaps she already deemed it impossible. Dragon Mom cherished the life she currently had, and she was always doing her best to assimilate with us, since that was what she desired. Still, I assumed that sort behaviour of hers would cause her to miss the past, where she was with other dragons, the boundless honour and pride they established even more. She never indicated to me that she wanted to revive her race or anything. In saying that, I was certain that she missed the past and her family, nonetheless. Was that a good thing for her, though? Actually, the better question would be, was that good for me?
Ling Yue resided at her estate with Liu Yue. I didn’t live with them. I wasn’t even sure how many times I could visit. Recently, I only came to stay for a few days when her house happened to be on the way of wherever I was headed. Once I was back at the Imperial Palace I might not have been able to come whenever I pleased. To top it off, if Liu Yue went to school, I might not be able to see her when I visited. Ling Yue was aware of that. She knew full well how lonely life would be on her own, yet she voluntarily stayed here in order to revive her tribe.
I questioned myself, “How about Dragon Mom? If she knew that her dragon kin were still around somewhere, she would excitedly run to them, right? If that was the case, she wouldn’t come back again, would she?”
I did care a lot about Dragon Mom, and I called her ‘mom,’ but we weren’t blood related at the end of the day. I had scales, but that was only because I used her blood. I wasn’t born with them. The only connection between us was a dead elf. The link between us was so fragile that a single sentence could undo it. If Dragon Mom learnt she still had dragon kin still alive to be found somewhere, she may just leave and have her own kids with another dragon. Consequently, she wouldn’t need to bother with me again.
What I was truly troubled about was the dragon race itself. Dragons were the nemesis of elves. I could sense the elves’ fear of dragons in the elven lands, and I could totally understand that. After all, the dragon race was immune to mana and possessed scales that were impervious to blades. What was even more frightening was that the dragon race wasn’t a race that kept to themselves. They were creatures that enjoyed combat and were very cruel. The entire continent had been united. That, however, didn’t change the fact that dragons inherently couldn’t get along with us. If they were capable of maintaining friendships, they wouldn’t have fought amongst themselves. As such, they were an obstacle for security and stability for the continent. Once they waged war, I couldn’t sit and watch. I’d have to ask Ying and Xia to go and slay dragons.
If war was inevitable, who would Dragon Mom side with? On one hand, she had her dragon kin. On the other hand, I was the son of the elf she liked but wasn’t related to by blood. Which side would she pick? It was all right if she sided with me, but if she chose to help the dragons, could I show mercy?