Chapter 41: A Dragon’s Sister, A Witch’s Scowl (And a Bedroom Bargain) (1)
"Satisfied, Dragon?"
A smile tugged under the white hood, the ghostly visage hazy under the pure moonlight that threatened to be reddened. The hooded Dragon bowed with her waist down, fingertips pressed together near the hem of her robes, as if in a silent pray for the gods, a gesture not shared by the prideful Sky Dragon, a gratitude not appreciated by the honourless Peacekeeper, and a respect to the disgraced druid for lending her arts of mana for her own research.
"I thank you sincerely for your patience, The investigation is complete, and more data for how vampires integrated fully with Alice's mana has been acquired. The wooden vampire is a perfect sample for how another's mana would be jammed beneath the undead's nerving systems, and it would seem only Manasseh the noble remains an excellent exception." A calm, elegant tone from the Dragon was drifted along the flowerly wind, Adil found her pairing nicely with the scenery, had it not been the creepy, black abyss that is the basement behind the hooded Dragon.
"It would seem that for all that you have conspired behind my back, what's left is your admiration for that last merchant vampire's resilience." Lady Adil narrowed her eyes, her slinting gaze piercing through the white facade, yet it always reached short, a foggy cameo that hindered perception itself clung to the girl. It would seem she wore a special artifact, preventing presence from the scent of her body to the earthly devastation that is her mana from seeping through her body.
"For all intents and purposes, Merchant Manasseh's betrayal was...undisclosed to me." The hooded figure rose and straightened, the sanctity of a dragon unbelied under the white robes that ceased all life's breaths. As the wind brushed through, the garden hummed, charged with warnings older than words, a whisper against Adil's spine, a presence that did not give permission for doubts.
Yet the unyielding, short druid groaned. The old hag glared at the dragon as she retorted, "letting Manasseh in my town to trade for your materials is a mistake. At the end, everything turned out in your flavor, didn't you?"
The Druid's mana flared, the garden's warning nodding away with the blaring gusts, non-spoken words of an ancient, old tribes for the living roots coursed below the garden's ground, the veins curling beneath the Dragon, ready to pounce outwards the moment she was sensed of a lie.
The hooded Dragon didn't flinch, didn't cower, didn't shiver in anger and humiliation for Adil's suspicion. Instead, she glanced upwards for the sky, as she reached out for the white moon that once sung of the Sky Dragon's era, era of the tyrant, to the era of the merciless, dishonourable Queen.
"My sister....do you know why she treasured humanity, and detested the undead?"