Book 15: Chapter 81
“Why has my son gone missing again…?” asked Vyvyan, sighing as she looked at the map and rubbing her head.
Elizabeth indifferently snorted. Elizabeth came dressed in her armour this time. Elizabeth was tense and eager. She had fought nomads in the desert in the past, residents of the snowy plains, those on mountains, barbarians and elves, but never a dragon. She was very eager to fight the wild beast in legends.
“I don’t get your reaction. Your first reaction to my son’s disappearance is annoyance?”
“Whatever the case may be, it’s clear that my son still needs me by his side. I said the dragon couldn’t be trusted,” stated Vyvyan, rubbing her hands together. “But why does my son have to find himself in jeopardy every time he sets foot outside? I thought this would be a simple tour. I never expected another incident to happen. I haven’t seen my son in so long. Having held it in for so long, I’m a little frustrated. All right, now, give me more information. It doesn’t matter if they’re dragons. At the end of the day, they’re still mere wild beasts. We of the Galadriel Tribe have slain more wild beasts than one can count. I don’t care if another horde wants to join them.”
Elizabeth nodded: “In any case, I am partly responsible for this, too. I’m my son’s mother, yet I failed to protect him; therefore, I do have an obligation to bring him back, indeed. In saying that, I’m uninformed on dragons. Ying, do you have any suggestions?”
Ying looked at Elizabeth. Sounding neither humble nor conceited, she replied, “If it is my suggestion you are looking for, it would be for you not to go. Dragons are honestly too overpowering for humans. It is awfully difficult for you to wound a dragon with your blades. Further, your armour is not tough enough to withstand their attacks. If it has been confirmed that this is the work of dragons, Queen Vyvyan and I, alone, can deal with them. You just need to remain in the Imperial Palace to take care of the children. You should not get involved with this.”
Elizabeth’s expression froze stiff. She tightly gripped her sword. She looked sullen. Elizabeth had always been revered as the continent’s strongest god of war. She never thought there’d be somebody who’d consider her a burden. She had never been humiliated to that degree, but Ying’s expression was absolutely stern; Ying was not ridiculing her. Therefore, Elizabeth didn’t have any sound grounds on which to lash out at her. She wasn’t Lucia or Nier; she was an Empress. She understood what it meant to act within the realm of one’s capabilities. Indeed, it was beyond her.
Nevertheless, sometimes, acting within the realm of one’s capabilities is not a reason to feel relieved. This was something Elizabeth couldn’t back down on. Troy was her son. Her only son. She was his mother. It was a matter of course for her to protect her son. Additionally, she had full confidence in her ability to protect her son. The issue was that aforementioned matter and her confidence had been shut down with a reason she couldn’t deny.
Elizabeth truly felt vexed, because she was powerless. She couldn’t use her might. She wanted to take part, but she had no counterargument. It was too frustrating. No, not just frustrating, but also insulting and revolting. However, she was unable to accept the criticism of her. As such, Elizabeth was in anguish and irate.