Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 474 - 285: Saying Goodnight in Demon King City

"Where did you catch the hatchling Golden Dragon?"

The Blood Clan Princess, Stella, looked at the image in the Magic Mirror in front of her, showing the hatchling Golden Dragon fighting against the ever-emerging Skeleton Guards. She couldn’t help but turn back to glance at the black-haired man seated on the throne.

"..."

The Demon King remained silent, also gazing at the Magic Mirror before him, which could survey various areas of the Great Graveyard, watching the fighting hatchling dragon and pondering why this dragon appeared in his Demon King City.

Indeed, although he personally caught this hatchling dragon, he couldn’t quite understand the intentions of the great-uncle who requested him to do so.

Even though that great-uncle had told him that he was asked mainly to correct this Dragon uncle’s spell addiction, such a reason was hard for him to believe.

Just a mere spell addiction, which barely qualifies as a disease—whether it’s good or bad to have such a condition is still up for debate.

Even if correction is necessary, why choose his Undead City? Simply because the Land of the Dead is more suitable? Provides a greater sense of crisis? Stimulates this Dragon uncle to unlock more potential to suppress this undesirable addiction?

Wayne didn’t quite believe the reason given by that great-uncle. Perhaps the reason was true, indeed having those considerations, but the Demon King believed there were deeper layers of consideration behind the Ancestral Golden Dragon known as the Holy Dragon, merely stating a portion of the truth.

That’s the most cunning part of the Metallic Dragon Race; they indeed don’t lie, but stating partial truths can sometimes be more deadly than making up lies, even if using prophecy spells to investigate, no problems would be uncovered.

"Your Majesty, won’t you say something? Could this hatchling dragon be the progeny of that Holy Dragon?"

Seeing the silent Demon King, Stella felt a chill in her heart.

The question she asked was practically unnecessary. Such a uniquely shaped Golden Dragon, no matter where you search in the world, would be hard to find another similar one, even if venturing to other planes; if it’s not that dragon’s progeny, whose else could it be?

"This indeed is the Holy Dragon’s son, and what problem do you think there is?"

Though he instinctively felt there was an issue, having no choice due to the inability to refuse, the Demon King took on this questionable task, glaring coldly at the Blood Clan Princess before him daring to question him.

His helplessness and compulsion came from facing the great-uncle, who could crush him in both title and status, not from this princess who could only find solace beneath him today.

"Calm your anger, Your Majesty, how could I question your wisdom?!"

Feeling the fearsome and overwhelming demonic power, this princess, standing at the pinnacle of the Blood Clan hierarchy, prostrated on the ground.

Even though she once supported the Demon King to rise to his current position step by step, that’s all in the past. Having lived for a thousand years, she knew she could rely on this credit to occupy a high position and wield power.

But if she truly believed she could act recklessly in front of this Demon King, her end would be near; she had seen too many similar situations before.

Thus, she knew well how to handle her identity and status, immediately submitting if anything went wrong. Beneath the Demon King’s cruel and violent exterior, there was also a part that wouldn’t often show mercy or compassion.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you?"

Wayne rose, looking down at the princess prostrating below him, revealing her graceful curves. His eyes devoid of any warmth, only indifferent and cold,

"Afraid that this Golden Dragon, just like the one who once decapitated the Immortal King, will behead me as well, leaving your power and status lost in a single moment."

"I..."

Stella’s body trembled, not daring to say more. She could adamantly claim not to be afraid, but the Demon King before her wouldn’t believe it, and even she wouldn’t believe it.

The outcome of lying in front of this Demon King had already been verified by many of her colleagues.

Frankly speaking, the Holy Dragon that beheaded the Immortal King was indeed a mortal enemy of the Undead Kingdom. But precisely because the Immortal King was overthrown, it allowed the second Undying King to rise.

In Princess Stella’s eyes, the Demon King before her only needed to be nominally opposed to the Holy Dragon; why truly provoke the Holy Dragon?

Such actions by a normal country could be explained as a morale boost, but what morale do the undead need for battle? Forcibly kidnapping the Holy Dragon’s son seems entirely detrimental without any benefit; she simply couldn’t fathom why the Demon King would undertake such actions.

"Since you’re so afraid of the Holy Dragon, you will take care of his progeny."

"I will take care of it?"

Stella abruptly raised her head, a look of astonishment on her face. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"That’s right, you will oversee this dragon’s daily living, ensuring he’s neither too comfortable nor allowing any problems to arise."

Wayne passed the request made by that great-uncle to the Princess, asking her to execute it. While he couldn’t defy that ancestor, could he not exploit this Blood Clan plaything?

"Your Majesty!"

"What? Do you intend to defy my orders?"

"I wouldn’t dare!"

Watching the sultry figure full of bitterness leave, the Demon King fell into deep thought.

The reason he felt that great-uncle sent his son over with ulterior motives was because he had, over thirty years, successfully reaped enormous benefits from the Immortal King. Due to a guilty conscience, he felt uneasy about everything.