Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 592: Only Chance ()

Lord Mycroft of Fort Scabbard sat in his study, a heap of letters was spread out on his desk, along with scrolls and dozens of files.

So much so that some contents of the table had spilled over to the ground and Lord Mycroft was right in the midst of all the disarray.

He was entirely focused, opening one letter after another and tossing it to the side after he had read through it, adding to the mess on the floor.

However the mess was quite an organized one as each letter he tossed, even without a glance landed perfectly in a growing pile where the rest of them were.

Lord Mycroft’s attention was only drawn when there was a knock on the door. His door came open and in walked Dante.

"My boy, there you are." Lord Mycroft called in his gruff tone, gesturing for Dante to come over to his table.

"Help me sort through these letters. I have instructed that brother of yours time and again that the letters from Keep Skies, Dune Castle and Lord Menarx are to be separated from the rest as they are urgent...yet here we have it all mixed up again."

"The contagion has resulted in a tenfold increase in the letters and petitions sent in from all around the stronghold, there are thousands of this in just over a day already and I cannot find the ones I wish to attend first amongst all."

"I cannot tell if flight patrol has messed with your brother’s memory or he is just acting out...he takes after me so well in his inability to be organised, it is horrifying." Lord Mycroft bad-mouthed his second son without restraints

Dante did not respond and Lord Mycroft frowned slightly, glancing up to finally fix a gaze on his son.

However the look in Dante’s eyes gave Lord Mycroft pause, Dante’s mind state barely reflected on his face, but Lord Mycroft knew his son well enough to tell when something was not right.

"What happened out there?" Lord Mycroft asked, getting up to his feet.

Lord Mycroft waited in apprehension for Dante’s response, but he could already guess the words Dante was about to say.

"There has been a death, father...a young human girl, barely ten years of age...the first recorded deceased to the contagion." Dante reported slowly.

Lord Mycroft’s brows twitched slightly, his hands lifted to cross over his chest and he glanced down for a moment before he spoke again.

"Call for the Scabbard Lords, you will break the word to them. And we must discuss new measures...to minimise the casualties as much as we can. Have someone bring the deceased in for examination by our physician... with consent of the parents of course." Lord Mycroft said to Dante.

"Will they be willing to approve?" Dante asked uncertainly.

"If we are to make any progress identifying the source of the contagion, we must examine the dead... properly. Let us hope they understand the severity of this and are willing to aid us avoid any more deaths." Lord Mycroft said.

"And if they still are not willing?" Dante asked.

"We must insist... politely, but firmly." Lord Mycroft said decisively.

"Those are two contradictory words..." Dante pointed out to his father.

"I also do not want it to come to that, but this might be our only chance to procure a remedy for the contagion. If an autopsy is performed, we can identify the cause of the contagion and the reason it only affects one species...we must have it be our only chance, because more chances will mean more deaths." Lord Mycroft said objectively.

"I will go myself. It would only be right." Dante decided.

"Very well. Take Elle with you also, the child has always had the best approach. She will soften you out and Creator knows you will need that with the grieving." Lord Mycroft said to Dante.

"I will manage on my own." Dante declined.

Lord Mycroft frowned slightly, passing a look to Dante.

"What is it this time? We have enough external troubles for chaos to begin brewing within our home." Lord Mycroft said, raising a brow in question.

"Elle was... present when the death happened. She is...a little emotional right now and I have said some words..." Dante trailed off.

"Go on... some words to make her feel better or words that made things worse?" Lord Mycroft asked.

"I think the latter." Dante admitted.

"You think?" Lord Mycroft asked with a scoff of disbelief.

Dante breathed a quiet sigh, he was not certain why he had said the words he had. It was perhaps his frustration speaking through him.

"I said words to make things worse." Dante admitted.

"Words like how you refuse to tumble beneath the sheets with your rider because you are still mourning the unknown?" Lord Mycroft asked for clarification.

Dante choked on air he had just inhaled, passing his father a dirty look. As much as Lord Mycroft had always never had an internal filter with his words, it was still difficult for Dante to get used to his father’s intrusiveness.

Lord Mycroft was unlike most Lord Dragons. He was the farthest thing from quiet and reserved, and was instead loud and very opinionated...it had always been a surprise that he had fathered a son like Dante.

It was precisely Lord Mycroft who had gone behind Dante’s back to propose a marriage to Estelle on Dante’s behalf all those moons ago.

"Just to be sure of what category of bull I am listening to." Lord Mycroft defended himself in a manner that did not help at all.

"Father! I do not know why I bother telling you anything!" Dante hissed in annoyance.

"Because by your own making, you have no one else to confide in?" Lord Mycroft pointed out the obvious.

Dante’s brows twitched in annoyance but it took only a moment before he sighed heavily.

"It is not that I do not want to be with Elle... Creator knows I want that, the need grows even more urgent every day..." Dante paused slightly.

"What is it now?" Dante asked his father.

He could tell from how Lord Mycroft puffed up his cheeks that the Lord Dragon had something to say that he was having difficulty withholding.

"Do not bring the Creator into this. You were given all the necessary...tools at birth... how is your inability to use it the Creator’s problem?" Lord Mycroft murmured his thoughts hesitantly.

"That isn’t even... what...urgh!" Dante grunted, running a hand through his hair.

Lord Mycroft cackled evilly as he took a seat at his desk, gesturing for Dante to sit across from him.

"Tell me, my boy... what truly burdens you?" Lord Mycroft asked in a more serious tone.