Reincarnated As A Dragon With A Godly Inheritance
Chapter 63: Third eye

Chapter 63: Third eye

"Your... dream?" Kaedros asked, confused. "We’re sorry if we were being loud. We were fighting..."

She cut him off, not unkindly, but impatiently. "They’re truly ignorant, aren’t they?" she said, addressing Thalso and Chef.

"Ignorant as my trees," Chef agreed. "You’re the ignorant one, Nyra!"

Thalso grunted.

Nyra, the cat returned her gaze to them. "The castle no longer needed the library. So, my room was sealed. Your arrival triggered its opening. Apparently, we need a librarian again."

The castle seals rooms? Kaedros didn’t like that. Not at all. His gaze flicked around the clearing, suddenly aware that they were in a room too, in some form. Rauk and Taria both visibly shivered.

Nyra noticed.

She purred, a laugh rumbling from her throat as she stretched. "Fear not. It takes years for a room to be sealed. It doesn’t happen quickly, well, unless the master orders it."

Kaedros perked up. "This master. Who is he?"

Nyra didn’t answer. She turned her attention instead to Taria.

"So you were asleep for all that time?" Taria asked. "While the room was sealed? That’s horrible. Isn’t that just... like a prison?"

The word hit like a blade.

Chef flinched.

Nyra hissed.

Thalso didn’t flinch, but he froze entirely.

A second later, it passed. Chef raised her bottle again, pretending nothing had happened, though her hand trembled slightly. Nyra’s eyes, which had softened earlier, were now glowing like sharpened emeralds.

"Prison?" she said, voice low and icy. "Hardly. I was dreaming. Besides, I had my books."

Kaedros frowned. Did he hear loneliness from that? Isolation. This place had been empty for so long... and she had remained. Alone. Asleep. Forgotten.

And now here they were, Kaedros, Taria, Rauk. Likely the first candidates in decades. Maybe centuries.

The castle didn’t feel so grand anymore. It felt... like a trap. A beautiful, ancient trap. And Kaedros felt it coil tighter around his spirit with every passing moment.

Nyra stepped forward, eyes locked on Kaedros.

"Let’s forget all that," she purred. "Because something just caught my eye."

"What?" Kaedros asked.

Before he could blink, she was hovering in front of him, levitating.

A third eye opened on her forehead, larger than the others. It hadn’t been there before. Deep green, glittering like a precious gem embedded between her brows.

Nyra stared at him with all three eyes.

"So that’s how it is," she said.

Taria watched as Nyra hovered in front of Kael, the green eye between her brows flaring with energy. She gasped as Kael staggered back, his image warping violently, as if his skin were about to be torn off. In that ripple, she saw something that made her instinctively step back.

Golden slited eyes. Fangs that glinted of razor sharpness.

Kaedros observed her reaction silently, noting the way she trembled under his gaze. He couldn’t blame her. He shouldn’t. His kind had long been a symbol of terror in the human world.

"What was that?" Rauk asked. He had seen something too, in that moment when Kael’s image flickered.

"What?" Kaedros replied, feigning ignorance, though the truth had shaken him as well.

Nyra had locked onto his illusion with such speed, he thought she would tear through it. The high-level illusion hadn’t stood a chance. And he knew, it wasn’t just removal she was after. She was looking deeper.

"So powerful," Nyra murmured, still staring at him with her third eye open. "That illusion is strong. Very firm."

Thalso cleared his throat. Nyra hissed in irritation but obeyed, drifting gently down to the ground. Kaedros let out a slow breath as her paws touched the floor.

Everyone was staring at him. Taria and Rauk with confusion, while Chef and the others seemed to regard him with something like understanding, at least, that’s how it read on their faces.

"Where did you learn it? Teach me the formation! Or is it a spell? Come on, teach me!" Nyra demanded. Thankfully, her central eye had finally closed; its gaze had been unsettling. "My third eye pierced through it, so it can’t be that strong. Still, there’s so much potential in a spell like that."

Kaedros hesitated. "It’s a spell that...I saw in an old library long ago."

Nyra blinked. "Really? This type of spell usually leaves a mark on the body, let me see. Is it in form of a tattoo or..."

She lifted off the ground again and floated toward him. Kaedros instinctively stepped back.

Rauk and Taria both looked on in confusion. But Taria was piecing together a theory she did not like. Was this Kael’s real form? Was the illusion a mask? Those golden eyes... were they his truth?

Nyra’s third eye opened once more. She studied him in silence, humming thoughtfully.

"Let’s see... let’s see... yes! Right here. This is where the spell is embedded, the style. Is this a sigil? Let me..."

Her words trailed off.

She froze.

Her gaze locked on something above Kaedros’s head, something no one else could see. Her body trembled.

"This sigil..." she whispered, voice barely audible. Then she recoiled, flinching as if she’d seen a nightmare.

"What is it?" Thalso asked, glancing from her to Kaedros, but he saw nothing unusual. Only Nyra’s third eye could see what was hidden, and it was never wrong.

Nyra didn’t answer. She closed her eyes and floated back to where Chef and Thalso stood. The three of them bent their heads together and began whispering in hushed tones, stealing furtive glances at Kaedros.

"What now?" Rauk muttered. "Is that the secret you’ve been hiding?"

Kaedros shrugged. There was no point pretending anymore. His secret was already known, at least to the castle’s residents. But what unsettled him was Nyra’s reaction. It wasn’t confusion or curiosity.

It was fear.

"It’s no secret," he said quietly, "if the Castle already knows."

"But we didn’t. I still don’t," Taria said, her grey eyes cold and metallic, like Thalso’s.

"And I told you before, I’ll tell you. When I’m ready," Kaedros replied, voice steady.

"Not when everyone already knows!" she pointed out.

Kaedros raised a brow. "Those people," he gestured toward Thalso and the others still whispering, "are not everyone."

Taria shot him a sharp look. He met it with a casual smile.

"I’ll tell you," he said, "before we leave here."

She held his gaze for a long moment, then finally nodded. "Alright. But let’s be honest—’before we leave’ probably means before we die. Everything here is designed to kill us."

Kaedros silently agreed. But he didn’t get a chance to respond, Nyra was floating back toward them now, with Thalso and Chef behind her.

Rauk watched them, feeling something bitter stir in his chest.

Envy.

Even when his bond with Vexa had been intact, it had always been formal, never close. Never like that.

He swallowed the feeling and stepped closer.

"Tell me again," Nyra said, her feline eyes fixed on Kaedros. "How did you come across this spell?"