Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 60: Promise

(POV - Lumia)

Lumia watched as Kael hung up the call, his face unreadable as always.

She hated how he could be so composed, as if nothing in the world could rattle him.

Determined to strike up a conversation, she quickened her pace, catching up to him.

"Hey, Kael, who were you talking to just now?" Lumia asked, her voice light but curious.

Kael turned to glance at her, his green eyes meeting hers briefly before he shrugged.

"Why?"

The single word, simple and dismissive, left her momentarily stunned.

Before she could say more, Kael turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

Her fists clenched at her sides as frustration bubbled inside her.

She stared at his retreating figure, the words forming in her mind but refusing to leave her lips.

’Why are you like this, Kael?’

Lumia bit her lip. She wasn’t treated like this by anyone. Her thoughts swirling

I don’t know anything about him.

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I don’t know where he comes from, who his family is, or even where he lives.

The only thing I know about him is his name. Kael— And the fact that my mother bring him to cure my father.

The truth of it hit her like a wave.

If Kael were to disappear tomorrow, vanish like a shadow in the wind, she wouldn’t even know where to begin looking for him. The thought was unbearable.

’He’s so distant, so untouchable,’ she thought bitterly.

"He’s like a fortress I can’t scale, no matter how much I try."

Her heart twisted at the realization.

Yet, it wasn’t just frustration—it was curiosity, burning and relentless.

She wanted to know more about him, to break through the walls he’d so carefully constructed around himself.

Who are you, Kael? Lumia thought, her eyes never leaving his figure as he walked away.

She sighed, her thoughts spiraling.

Why do I even care so much?

Lumia took a deep breath, her resolve hardening.

She didn’t care how distant or impenetrable Kael seemed; she would figure him out, piece by piece.

Even if it took everything she had.

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A dimly lit chamber filled with an ominous air.

"How did the task go?" a cold, calculated voice asked.

The speaker was none other than Roderick Ravenswood, seated on an ornate chair.

"I… I failed, my lord. I couldn’t kill him," the subordinate stammered, visibly shaking under Roderick’s icy glare.

"What are you saying? You couldn’t kill a child?!" Roderick’s voice reverberated through the chamber.

His fury was palpable.

The subordinate gulped.

"The plan was working perfectly. But… he wasn’t ordinary. And when Tharion’s immortals came to assist, they were destroyed. He’s far stronger than we estimated." Man said.

Roderick clenched his fist, veins bulging on his temples.

His anger simmered, only to be interrupted by a calm yet chilling voice from the shadows.

"I will handle this personally."

From the darkness emerged Tharion, a figure cloaked in an aura of raw malice, his gaze piercing through the room like a blade.

"Are you certain, Tharion?" Roderick asked, his tone a mix of hope and skepticism.

Tharion smirked, his crimson eyes glinting ominously.

"Ofcourse my lord how can mere commoner can disrespect my lord," Tharion said.

’That boy is troublesome. Marina’s was right—he has the potential to become a threat not just to me, but to our plan. I cannot allow that to happen.’ Tharion thought.

He paused, his expression hardening.

"I’ll ensure he doesn’t live long,"

With those words, Tharion turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving a lingering sense of dread.

Roderick leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the armrest.

"I never seen him react like this...." he muttered to himself, his thoughts clouded tharion is at least Empyrean rank.

’ I don’t know why he wants to serve me.....

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A young boy was running, his feet pounding against the muddy ground, rain pouring down, soaking him to the bone.

His breaths came in ragged gasps as he stumbled, but he didn’t stop.

"Brother!" he screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.

Ahead of him, a taller figure shielded him, standing firm despite the chaos around them.

Blood seeped through the older boy’s clothes, painting the ground beneath him crimson.

"Keep running, Shirone!" the older boy yelled, his voice filled with both urgency and love.

The younger boy, Shirone, refused to leave.

He grabbed his brother’s hand, his tiny fingers trembling.

"No! I won’t leave you!" Tears mingled with the rain on his face.

Suddenly, a shadow emerged-a man cloaked in darkness, his blade dripping with malice.

He lunged toward them, and Shirone’s brother, despite his injuries, pushed him away.

"Don’t look back!" he screamed as he intercepted the strike meant for Shirone.

The boy fell, his body collapsing like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

Shirone froze, his legs refusing to move, his mind reeling.

The man smirked before disappearing into the storm, leaving the boy kneeling in a pool of his brother’s blood.

With a trembling hand, the older brother reached out and cupped Shirone’s face.

His eyes, filled with fading light, bore into Shirone’s soul.

"Don’t ever forgive them, Shirone. Not Father. Not Mother. They did this... They left us to die..." His voice broke, but he forced a small, pained smile.

"Go.. t-to..... Xarenos uncle,"

"Don’t...cr-y for....me"

"Live... for yourself.....

As the light left his brother’s eyes, Shirone let out an anguished cry that tore through the stormy night.

Shirone jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat.

His chest heaved as he clutched the bedsheets, his mind racing.

His body was trembling, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

The image of his brother’s lifeless face flashed in his mind, accompanied by their final moments together.

For a moment, he thought he was back in that rainstorm, hearing his brother’s dying words echo in his ears.

"Brother…" Shirone whispered, his voice cracking.

"I’ll never forgive them… Never."

Then suddenly—

He jolted upright, his breathing uneven.

His entire being screamed with the need for vengeance, but deep inside, he knew he wasn’t strong enough.

Not yet.

Shirone looked at his trembling hands, the same hands that had failed to protect his brother.

He hated the weakness he saw in himself.

Yet, instead of despair, it fueled a blazing resolve.

"I have to grow stronger," Shirone declared, his voice rising.

"I’ll surpass everyone, every barrier, every obstacle. I’ll never lose again!"

The wind howled around him, as if acknowledging his vow.

In that moment, under the vast expanse of the night sky.

Shirone made a promise—to his brother, to himself, and to the world.

"I’ll become the most powerful figure this world has ever seen," he vowed.

Tears falling from his cheeks.