Demonic Dragon: Harem System-Chapter 511: Stella Blazer

[Grand Duchy of Blazer]

The Blazer mansion stood imposingly in the heart of the Grand Duchy, an ancient fortress of dark stone and tall towers that rose like sentinels against the ever-gray sky. The wide windows reflected the pale afternoon light, while the wind whispered ancient secrets through the silent corridors. The air carried the weight of history and the decisions that had shaped generations.

In the main hall, one figure stood out with a vibrant presence that seemed to defy the austerity of the surroundings. It was Stella Blazer, the eldest daughter of the family. Her long, wavy hair had the glow of living fire—intense reds with golden tips that seemed to capture the light and transform it into flames. She was dressed in a noble yet practical gown that suggested strength and determination rather than vanity.

Stella held her gaze steady, her emerald eyes shining with a mixture of restrained anger and deep concern. Standing before her with the rigidity of a statue carved from stone was Grand Duke Blazer, her father. The man was a living example of unshakable authority, with short-cropped gray hair and a face marked by scars from past battles—both external and internal.

The silence between them was thick, almost palpable, until the Grand Duke broke the mood with a cold, calculated voice.

"So you really came here to find out about that traitor? Forget it and get back to work," he asked, his voice deep as distant thunder.

Stella was not intimidated. The firmness in her tone revealed the fierce love she felt for her sister, Samira, and her indignation at her father’s decision.

"Don’t call her that, Father. Samira is not a traitor. She abandoned the family because of you. It was you who rejected her, who expelled her from the Grand Duchy without even trying to understand her."

The Grand Duke looked away, his expression a mixture of disdain and impatience.

"She wanted to leave and form her own guild. She abandoned her duties, her vows, the honor of the Blazer house. If she chose that weakness, let her suffer the consequences. I have nothing more to do with her."

"Weakness?" Stella frowned, her heart tightening. "Samira has always been strong. Strong enough to carry a weight you could never imagine. She didn’t run away out of fear, Father. She ran away because she saw something you don’t want to see."

The Grand Duke approached, his gaze piercing like blades. He spoke with a coldness that froze the air around him.

"And what exactly did she see, Stella? The real world? The weaknesses you insist on romanticizing? The truth is that she lost herself in impossible dreams. I cannot waste time with illusions when the Grand Duchy needs strength."

"And I say that letting her run away and banishing a daughter is not strength, but cowardice," Stella replied vehemently, her voice trembling, not with fear, but with passion. "A leader does not abandon his own, even when they err. He guides them, protects them. You simply gave up on her, and that is not worthy of a Blazer."

The Grand Duke’s expression hardened. For a moment, the relentless mask faltered, revealing a shadow of doubt that quickly disappeared.

"I do what is necessary to keep the family’s power intact. Samira was a burden, a risk. Her choices could destroy us. I cannot allow weakness to contaminate the Blazer bloodline."

Stella stepped forward, challenging her father with all the courage she possessed.

"You think that’s strength? That expelling your own daughter is the way? I don’t accept that. Samira is more than her mistakes, more than her decisions. She’s my sister. And I’m going to find her, no matter what it takes."

The Grand Duke paused, looking at her as if contemplating a riddle he couldn’t decipher.

"You speak as if it weren’t your fault. It’s funny, isn’t it? Your ability, so much greater than hers, caused all of this to happen," he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Stella stopped. Her eyes flared like flames, and then a demonically gigantic pressure of pure will to kill filled the entire room, causing all the glass to shatter and everything around her to burst into flames. "Are you trying to die, Father?" Stella said.

"She is at the peak of the Emperor’s Realm..." the Duke thought.

A heavy silence settled, broken only by the distant sound of the wind whipping around the mansion’s towers.

Finally, the Grand Duke turned to the broken window, watching the shadows lengthen over the Grand Duchy. He spoke without looking at Stella.

"Do as you wish. But know that by challenging the Blazer house, you are also challenging the legacy that sustains this family." He spoke, and Stella’s flames went out completely, replaced by a burning smell. "Leave," he ordered.

Stella looked at him and let out a tired sigh. "How disgusting," she said and turned away. "Believe me, this place will be the first to fall. Your lack of sense is what will bring this place down," she said before walking out the door.

In the cold corridors of the castle, the sound of Stella’s boots echoed loudly. Each step was laden with contained fury, wounded love, and a conviction that burned stronger than the flames she had summoned minutes ago. The Blazer family tapestries swayed slightly in the distorted air left by the heat of the confrontation. Some were still smoldering.

Stella passed a broken stained-glass window—shards of glass sparkled like frozen crystals on the floor, reminding her of the moment when her anger had overflowed. The bitter taste of the confrontation still burned on her tongue, but what really gnawed at her was fear. Fear for Samira. Fear of having lost her forever.

She stopped in front of an archway carved with the house’s coat of arms, shadows fluttering around her as if reacting to her presence. She looked into the emptiness of the hallway ahead, then spoke, not caring who might hear her.

"Where is my sister now?"

The question hung in the air like a spell. The silence was broken seconds later by a slight rustling. From the shadows emerged a hooded figure, kneeling immediately in front of Stella with a calculated bow. Her presence was discreet, as if the world forgot she existed the moment she hid herself in the shadows again.

The assassin spoke with the calmness of someone who had just emerged from an endless night.

"Unfortunately, all we know is that she was seen a few months ago in the city of Vorah."

Stella crossed her arms, her gaze becoming sharper.

"Vorah... so she really hid under the wings of that filthy duchy."

"Yes, milady. But there is no confirmation that she is still there. Her tracks have disappeared. As if she had erased herself from the world."

"She’s always been good at that," Stella murmured. "But not with me."

The hooded woman stood motionless, awaiting orders. Stella walked slowly around her, her fingers absentmindedly touching a wall marked by the burns from her outburst of rage. The smell of burnt wood and hot stone still permeated the air.

"Send a Messenger Bird," Stella finally ordered. "Take the best trained one, he should be able to find her."

"Yes, my lady."

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