Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 250 - 250 249 Vow of Revenge

Chapter 250: Chapter 249 Vow of Revenge Chapter 250: Chapter 249 Vow of Revenge Boom!

Several dragon breaths were spewed out.

Grand Duke Kunstan, along with his coffin, were burned to ashes by the dragon breath and then scattered across this snowfield.

Watching her son disappear into nothingness, Princess Anxia, who hadn’t shed a tear since her arrival, finally found an outlet and collapsed into the snowdrifts, crying out loudly and wailing as much as she needed.

“Princess, please accept my condolences,” Earl Osclo said, comforting her.

Viscount Mejie supported Count Merlin, who, after having cried earlier, had now washed his face and tied back his hair.

Seeing Princess Anxia in such a state, he felt even more remorse and said, holding back his pain, “Princess, please accept my condolences.”

Marquis Arno Sunfire also sighed and said, “Anxia, please accept my condolences. There are many matters that require your attention.”

“Princess, please accept my condolences!” the surrounding nobility stepped forward one by one to offer comfort.

Then all the members of the Knight Regiment repeated the phrase, “Princess, please accept my condolences.”

Princess Kunlaya also threw herself to the ground, grabbing Princess Anxia’s hand, crying and shouting, “Mother, don’t be afraid. If brother is gone, you still have me. I will grow up quickly and protect you, so no one will be able to bully you!”

“Good, good.” Princess Anxia looked at her daughter, and finally, a bit of strength returned to her heart.

Standing up with the help of her maids, she slowly looked around at the knights, her gaze regaining a hint of its usual brilliance as if she wanted to capture the face of each and every knight.

Every knight who was beheld by Princess Anxia involuntarily puffed out their chest with a sense of pride.

Russell was no exception; for a moment, he felt that Princess Anxia was making eye contact with him. Even though he wasn’t a native of Dragon Sleep Continent and was a transmigrant, he still felt a spiritual force inspiring and invigorating him.

“My lords, I will stay strong,” Princess Anxia spoke slowly, her voice hoarse but imbued with undeniable authority, “and so will Shadowflame Duchy. The Shadowflame Dragon is with me, with all of us!”

“The Shadowflame Dragon is with me!” the knights shouted in unison, raising their arms.

“The Shadowflame Dragon is with me!”

“The Shadowflame Dragon is with me!”

When the shouting ended, Princess Anxia suddenly drew the sword of a guard knight beside her, pointing it high towards the sky, “I, Anxia Sunfire, in the name of Kunstan Yingyan’s mother, hereby swear that one day I will sever the head of Snow Giant Da to commemorate my son!”

“Sever the head of Snow Giant Da, in memory of the Grand Duke!”

“Sever the head of Snow Giant Da, in memory of the Grand Duke!”

“Sever the head of Snow Giant Da, in memory of the Grand Duke!” the knights repeated Princess Anxia’s oath over and over.

Their voices echoed to the heavens, causing even the snowflakes to pause, and the slumbering Shadowflame Dragon was naturally awakened by this thunderous sound.

It slowly raised its head, glanced at the knights, then looked beyond them to the figure of Princess Anxia.

Princess Anxia also slowly turned her head to look at the Shadowflame Dragon.

All the knights, following Princess Anxia, silently watched the Shadowflame Dragon.

At that moment, the exchange of glances between Princess Anxia and the Shadowflame Dragon was like an injection of a powerful remedy called revenge into everyone’s hearts.

As long as Shadowflame stands, the Grand Duchy will remain forever warm, and the end of Snow Giant Da will surely come.

However, no one noticed that in the Shadowflame Dragon’s contracted, thin vertical pupils, the reflected figure was not of Princess Anxia swearing revenge, but of Russell, who blended in with the knights, inconspicuous as a small transparent figure.

Princess Anxia did not know that the Shadowflame Dragon was watching Russell, neither did Count Merlin, nor Marquis Arno.

But Russell felt it, the Shadowflame Dragon was indeed watching him.

“This…” His heart trembled, but not with fear; since the morning he had made eye contact with the Shadowflame Dragon, he realized that it had sensed something in him, but did not intend to harm him.

Its attitude towards him and the Little Dream Dragon was, at least, neutral.

After a long while.

Russell finally felt that the Shadowflame Dragon had shifted its scrutinizing gaze away from him, and his reflection no longer appeared in its narrow and long vertical pupils.

Instead, the dragon gently opened its mouth and let out a series of strange syllables, gurgling as if it were the bubbling of lava.

This was the Dragon Language, the language of great dragons.

It was a special language based on magic power, with no fixed syllables or grammar, and everything was conveyed through the rhythm of magic power.

Only those who had cultivated Battle Qi could learn the Dragon Language, but they could only understand the meaning, as humans were incapable of producing the Magic Dragon Language.

Lord Welchi, the captain of Grand Duke Kunstan’s guard and one of the ten Flying Dragon Knights, was one of the few knights who understood the Magic Dragon Language—such knights had another identity, that of Dragon Tongue Envoys.

As the name suggests, a Dragon Tongue Envoy was a translator of Dragon Language.

“Quiet down, everyone,” Lord Welchi awkwardly translated. “Sir Shadowflame asks that we keep our voices down so as not to disturb its rest.”

Only moments before, the knights had been shouting their slogans; the Shadowflame Dragon had awakened, and he had thought it was a response to Princess Anxia’s declaration of vengeance. To his surprise, the Shadowflame Dragon couldn’t care less about vengeance.

At least for now, it just wanted to sleep and recover its strength.

At these words, the knights suddenly felt at a loss, exchanging glances and feeling a wave of discomfort.

A blush of shame appeared on Princess Anxia’s pale and beautiful face.

The look she gave the Shadowflame Dragon was one of resentment.

Count Merlin heaved a sigh and had to step forward to end this somewhat embarrassing and ugly scene, “Your Highness’s oath is also the oath of all knights of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy. Until my last drop of blood is spent, I shall follow Your Highness and exact vengeance upon Snow Giant Da!”

He paused for a moment.

“Your Highness’s ashes have been scattered across the snowfield, and your soul may rest in peace,” Count Merlin continued. “It’s time for us to go back, Your Highness.”

…

Night fell.

Many knights of the Knight Regiment had already left the snowfield, leaving only a few who still camped around the Shadowflame Dragon, guarding the king of the Volcanic Oasis.

Russell was one of them. Baron Roman led the Knight Regiment back to their territory, and he and Eric stayed behind, waiting for the Shadowflame Dragon’s injuries to heal and for it to fly back to rest in the Shadowflame Volcano before they would leave the snowfield.

Baron Roman’s original intention was for Russell to return home and intended to have his uncle Roson stay, but Russell insisted on staying.

To this, Baron Roman readily agreed.

Even before he departed, he had some meaningful words for Russell, “Befriend the great dragon, for it has opened its eyes to you, it has noticed you. Maybe one day, I will see you… soaring through the sky.”

He had already heard from Lord Welchi about the mornings’ events, that the Shadowflame Dragon had fixed its gaze on Russell for quite a while.

No knight before had ever been bestowed such attention from the Shadowflame Dragon.

This undoubtedly confirmed all the good fortune Russell had experienced— he was indeed the lucky one watched by the great dragon.

“There will be a day,” Russell said ambiguously.

Although the father and son’s words had different meanings, it didn’t prevent them from sharing a knowing smile, with everything understood between them.

Outside the tent, the cold wind howled.

Inside the tent, Eric was brewing coffee, and after it was made, he handed a cup to Russell, “Sir, this will warm you up.”

“Thank you,” Russell accepted the coffee and sipped slowly, enjoying it. Eric was usually a silent type, which lent a somewhat quiet atmosphere to the moment.

Once he finished his coffee,

Russell suddenly got up and left the tent without looking back, stepping into the cold wind, “I have a meeting, Eric. You, go and rest.”