Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 59: Call from the dead 1

Cyrus locked his gaze on the woman asleep in his arms. Her breathing was steady, reminding him of her earlier moans and gasps. She was driving him insane, and he craved her like she was something he couldn’t live without.

Things weren’t going as planned between them; he had never wished or imagined that they would reach this point. He adored how she didn’t resist making him realise that she had probably erased her negative thoughts about him.

He couldn’t help but be concerned and curious. Someone in the land of the sea of blood was attempting to contact her. An ancestor? Cyrus frowned deeply, realising it was the reason she had been sleep walking to death.

Her ancestor was probably attempting to take her to the sea of blood, but it always failed, causing Sage to have no dreams. Her ancestor was desperate to talk to Sage and thought killing her would be the best way to do so.

Suicide?

The nine tailed fox just for leisure, always ended up on Sage’s head every time she was sleep walking. If she jumped to her death, he would survive with no injury and doubt.

Cyrus scoffed and moved his hand to Sage’s hair, caressing it slowly.

"Could it be who I think it is?" A cunning smile curved his lips as he asked in hushed tones.

Suddenly, a knock on the door was heard, followed by the words, "Your Majesty, it is urgent." It was Arthur, and he sounded disturbed.

Cyrus immediately released Sage and sat himself on the bed, making her sleep comfortably and properly covering her with the blanket. He got out of bed, ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair, and put on a black baggy shirt that rhymed with his baggy trouser.

"Where are my guardians?" He asked quietly, raking his fingers through his hair.

"In the main room, Sire," Arthur responded in a panicked tone.

Cyrus approached the door and opened it to find Arthur bloodied and his clothes tattered. He had scars from a serious fight between several elements, not from claws.

"Mages," Cyrus uttered in quiet tone.

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The main room lacked chairs but was lavishly decorated, with white enormous paintings on the walls covered in thick black clothes.

Cyrus stood in front of the largest covered painting, his face solemn. The chandelier above him made him look like a god of light disguised as darkness.

Arthur stood nervously behind him, while Ares, Venus, and Snowflake sat like obedient guardians next to the fire place on the opposite side of Cyrus.

"You killed the dragons." Cyrus muttered.

"Yes and... I got information that the water mage has escaped." Arthur reported with his head lowered.

A cunning smile appeared back on Cyrus’ lips and he nodded slowly saying, "Good,"

Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Cyrus to say that. The ice dragon was unpredictable, and it was clear he knew Darren would flee.

"May I ask why are you unbothered?" Arthur asked curiously.

"You will find out in the near future. For the meantime, go and heal up." With a deep hiss, Cyrus turned to face Arthur. "You are getting weak!" He growled angrily, his eyes taking on a reptile-like shape and sharpening dangerously.

Arthur trembled and fell on his knees. "Your majesty, they.. they were not like the mages i have fought before." Arthur reported trembling.

Cyrus scoffed. "An excuse for your weakness will be taken, I will have to see it for myself in order to remove this statement of yours as an excuse." He said being utterly disappointed.

"I am deeply sorry." Arthur murmured, slowly raising his eyes to see Cyrus’ emotionless expression. "I apologise!" He screamed in terror and lowered his head once more.

"Get out of my sight!" Cyrus snapped and turned away.

Arthur stood up and staggered out of the main room, groaning lowly in pain.

"Come," he hissed, his gaze narrowed at the covered painting in front of him.

Snowflake ran to him like a pet who had missed his master, and Cyrus carried him into his arms, caressing his silky white fur.

"How are those mages different?" He inquired of the nine-tailed fox, who was now glaring murderously at him.

Cyrus’ eyes sharpened even more, and Snowflake’s eyes turned pure black, emitting a dangerous aura.

"What is the matter with you?" Cyrus snapped at the fox and growled. "I asked you a question."

Snowflake was obviously aware that Cyrus and Sage had been together. The nine-tailed fox despised the fire mage and had resisted killing her several times due to his ice dragon.

He growled and flashed his razor-sharp teeth at Cyrus, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Forget it; you can punish me later." Cyrus was more concerned with the mages’ brutal attack on Arthur than with Snowflake’s anger toward him.

Snowflake closed his mouth, his eyes returning to their slit blue form before slowly transforming into silver reptile-like form.

"Go see how she is." Cyrus told his panthers without taking his gaze away from Snowflake.

Venus and Ares stood up and walked out of the room.

The staring contest between Cyrus and his nine-tailed fox was strange and intriguing. Anyone watching them would find it creepy and strange, but Cyrus was actually gathering information from his nine-tailed fox, and it was like watching a play through someone else’s eyes instead of a theatre.

After a few minutes, Ares returned to the room, growling and interrupting Cyrus and Snowflake. Cyrus cast a cold glance at the demon panther and frowned deeply as he realised what had happened.

"Not again!" He grumbled in frustration and dashed back to the bedroom room, seeing the bed empty.

Sage was on the balcony, standing on the railing, and appeared to be in a deep sleep. The cold wind blew through her hair and gown, and sparks of fire could be seen igniting on each of her finger tips.

Cyrus tossed his nine-tailed fox to the floor and dashed to the balcony. As she took a step towards the air, he grabbed her ankles and made her fall backwards into his arms.

"Sage!" Fear could be seen in those ice blue eyes.

Sage’s nose scrunched, her lips quivered, and her face squeezed in pain. "M..mother? No, mother!" She screamed hysterically and opened her eyes, which immediately filled with tears as they met fear-filled ice blue eyes.