Ep 180. Some Things Don’t o Be Taught. (2)

  A few minutes after stepping away from Serenis and Ardion for their privacy, Bruton awkwardly stared at the two girls at his side.

  Eline ractically sprawled ft on the ground. Though she didn’t seem exhausted in a physical sense, her eyes bnkly stared at the dimming night sky, as if she couldn’t care less for…well, anything.

  Aymeia was sitting on the grass right by the herbalist’s side, hugging her knees as she often seemed to do now. Her thinned eyes occasionally peeked at the dragonlord and the elder dragon in the distance.

  And of course, Bruton stood with crossed arms, his disfort tinuing to grow as the silence tinued.

  “…So…Eline. I didn’t know you were visiting Elder Ardion tonight.”

  “I wasn’t. Aether and Ilias called on me.”

  “Hm? Did something happen?”

  “…Apparently, the elder transformed and knocked down his son.”

  “…??? Elder Ardion knocked down Xerun? What for?”

  “No clue…all I know is that it strained him a lot.”

  “…Huh.”

  Bruton pursed his lips, slowing nodding his head. Although the reason remained unclear, he could guess that it had something to do with Xerun being rude to the dragonlord earlier.

  Until Aymeia chimed in.

  “…The elder roteg me.”

  The remark warranted curious gnces from both Bruton and Eline.

  But instead of asking further, Eline only gave a chortle from the ground.

  “Oh yeah. The elder did say you were a deity...Aymeia,right?”

  “Oho? And here I thought she was just another panion of the dragonlord’s.”

  “I’m not a deity anymore…”

  While Bruton joined Eline in her mirth, Aymeia’s head sank deeper into her knees. Her eyes remained fixed owo elder dragons in the distahat were too far away to hear.

  And, finally, Eline slowly rose to sit upright as she likewise g the elders in the distance.

  “…I wonder what they’re talking about?”

  “The past, I’d presume…or perhaps the elder’s questioning Lord Serenis like his son was earlier.”

  Hearing Bruton’s st ent, Aymeia raised her head slightly to correct the red dragon.

  “…He wouldn’t. He knows who Serenis is. He might have trouble remembering, but he knows.”

  “Hm?...You sound strangely certain. How would you know that?”

  “Because I told him.”

  “?? What?”

  “…Uh, I mean…”

  Shrugging, Aymeia’s head soouro its inal sunken position.

  Admittedly, the memory was a mere fra of what she oained. Most had left her, returo oblivion with their rightful owner.

  But in the small bit that yet remained, Ardion’s ill echoed loud and clear.

  “…I…used to be a deity. I know things.”

  ? ? ?

  The two of the dragonkin’s eldest dragons solemnly stood side by side.

  Even as they versed, her looked to each other: Serenis’ eyes were fixed onto the remains of her soh, while Ardion’s eyes stared into the pit’s murky depths, no longer able to make out aails.

  Instead, all he could make out was the presence of the ever-so-familiar heart – and instead of residing in the depths of the hollow before him, it was alive aing at his side.

  “Lord Vulka…would oft speak of you.”

  “…I suppose he spoke iment, then.”

  “Har...he did say that his mother would think her son has e to despise her.”

  “…”

  As Serenis grimaced at the thought, Ardion soon shook his head.

  “But no. He only spoke of you in parison to his g qualities…how he’d failed to fulfill the role you’d served. He pced himself at bme for the Twelve’s oppression of our kin…and spoke of how different things would be had you been in his pce.”

  “…Did Vulka not possess my heart? With it, he could’ve…”

  Stood up to the deities.

  Had Serenis not recimed her heart, she’d still be struggling in the same body she’d found herself in: a human child’s. She’d only been able to e this far because she’d succeeded in reg her birthright so quickly.

  But once again, Ardion would shake his head.

  “Lord Vulka ruly harhe heart. Despite retaining it within himself, he would never bring its strengths to surface…he would cim that he had nht to do so, and that his role was to safekeep the heart for its proper successor.”

  A low chuckle slipped out of the elder’s lips before he would tinue.

  “To speak the truth, I mistook you for the successor he’s waited for…in our first meeting, I could sehat the heart was within you.”

  “…For what reason would Vulka wait for a successor? He was my-“

  “He wasn’t, was he?”

  “…”

  Serenis’ wary pints were immediately silenced as Ardion cut her off.

  And, as usual, the elder dragon beamed a warm smile – not at Serenis, but at the remains of the king he’d once served.

  “He was not of your blood.”

  “…Did he…say so?”

  “Har…he’d oft speak of this matter as well. That his mother still think him oblivious to the truth. I see now that he was right.”

  The dragonlord’s grimace worsened as she listeo Ardion’s story.

  She pressed her lips in shame, realizing just how little she’d known about the child she procimed to be her son.

  “Perhaps not by blood, but…in every other way, he was. Vulka…was my child.”

  “Ahought of you as his mother. But such thoughts were insuffit to make one worthy of iing your heart.”

  “…Nonsense. I would trust Vulka with anything. It was a foolish choice to wait for a successor to show…”

  Even as Serenis pined about her son’s past choices, waves ret were drowning out her words.

  She k wasn’t her son’s fault.

  If anything, she couldn’t imagine Vulka behaving in any other way; when she’d left, she hadn’t told him what to do should she fail to return. And her son wouldn’t dare to cim something he didn’t feel he deserved.

  “Har. Though…I’ve e to think that Lord Vulka had faith, even in his final days.”

  “…Faith?”

  “Faith that a kin would eventually e to cim the heart. A kin more deserving and suited for the role than he was.”

  And finally, Ardion turned his head towards the dragonlord’s.

  He couldn’t make out her expression – not with his pht and the looming dark.

  But the elder didn’t need his eyes tnize who was standing at his side.

  “Of course…I don’t suppose he khat the first lord herself would return to cim her birthright.”

  When Vulka chose to wait for the heart’s successor, it wasn’t Serenis he’d been waiting for.

  Though Serenis referred to the entire dragonkin as her children, there were only two she’d truly cimed to be her actual children. And Vulka was one of them.

  And, by the time Serenis had reached the world’s summit, the other had already…

  “…”

  A long silence followed as the twons stood side by side, each reminisg their distant pasts.

  Days that would never return,

  Days that they could now only speak of in words.

  “…There was a time the kin tried to vince Lord Vulka…to i the heart and wield its powers himself.”

  “A he still refused?”

  “Har…quite. Successor or not, he would tell us that the heart would only bring about misfortune upon the kin.”

  “…What?”

  “As much as the Twelve feared the heart’s powers, he would tell us that he could never e to use it as you could…that he would never be able to wield the heart proper, that he could ruly bring the Twelve to heel. That it would only bring about unnecessary blood.”

  “…”

  “…I’ve e to uand those words noere mere children still…a burden to our king, nothing more. Tainst the Twelve was to put us all at their mercy.”

  A soft sigh escaped Serenis’ lips.

  She regretfully gripped at her heart, shutting her eyes in a pained expression.

  ‘If only…’

  If only she’d mao return home.

  If only she’d lived even a single day longer.

  …If only she hadn’t remained so stubborn about keeping peace during their era, perhaps she could’ve gifted her children far better lives.

  But she hadn’t. None of those things had happened.

  Eventually, Serenis’ expression loosened with a sarcastiort.

  ‘…If anyone deserves to be called cursed, it’d be me, not you.’

  In Serenis’ absence, her son had spent his entire life making amends for her: for things she could no longer do, and for things she’d failed to do.

  He’d done everything he could. He’d done more than anything his mother could ever have asked for, keeping their kin safe and sound for turies.

  So, now…

  It was her turn to make amends.