Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Amidst a burst of cries and cries, the door slowly opened.

Miranda, the maid in charge of delivering the baby, bowed and looked at the extremely nervous Imrik outside, with a slight smile on her face.
"His Royal Highness was born safely, and Madam is fine."

Imrik and Creon were relieved at the same time, the former because he didn't have to wait so anxiously, and the latter because he could finally find a doctor to treat his arm injury.

"Let's go, let me take a look." Imrik couldn't help but immediately walked inside, bypassing the two transfers, and soon saw his wife on the bed and the child next to her.

Walking to his wife's side, he stroked the extremely pale face with his hand, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, you are really a hero."

Etila subtly hummed, and turned her head to look at the child with loving eyes. Only after the real birth did she realize the significance of this child to herself.

"Look at our children."

Imrik reached out to touch the newborn child, but he was afraid that the fragile body would be smashed to pieces if he didn't pay attention.

Only a little space was left, and the fingertips were placed above the cheeks.

A never-before-seen feeling emerged in my heart, this is my own child, and also a symbol of the continuation of life that has existed in this world.

After his death, he will inherit everything in the family, and everyone will place high hopes on him to become an upright man.

Noticing that her husband wanted to touch, but was afraid of waking up the sleeping child, a smile appeared on Etila's pale face,
"It's okay, I'm sure you won't hurt the child with your hands and feet."

Encouraged by his wife, Imrik stretched out his hand and lightly touched the child's wrinkled skin with his fingers, and the feeling of blood connection became stronger.

Seeing the interaction between the prince and his wife, everyone chose to retreat silently. It is impossible for their lives to be in danger. With Azul's touching fertility rate, the supporting birth process is extremely perfect.

"We should give him a name." Etila stared at the child, she only felt that these months of hard work were worth it, her husband and herself would ensure that he would grow up smoothly and become a real prince.

"Draconir, Draconir, that's his name!" Imrik was firm, and the name he had hesitated for a long time had already been decided upon seeing his son.

Hearing this name with the pronunciation characteristics of the ancient elf language, Etila thought for a moment, and asked hesitantly,

"Son of the Dragon?"

"Yes, Dragon Son, he will inherit my status as the dragon lord. Only Dragon Son is the most suitable name. His birth heralds that the dragon will wake up."

"This name is very good, I believe he will be happy too, right, Draco Neil Caledon." Addie stretched out his hand, gently stroked the child's cheek with her husband, and whispered his name.

When the two were happy that they had decided on their child's name, Creon, who had received emergency treatment from a life mage, knocked on the door and asked if he could enter.

After getting the prince's nod, the Flame Knight first glanced at the sleeping child, and after finding nothing unusual, he nodded inwardly.

"Madam, thank you for your hard work. Caledon has been waiting for this moment for too long. We need an heir to prove that the kingdom is returning to its former glory."

"This is my duty, not only as a wife, but also as a wife."

These words made Imrik hold Etila's hand tightly, and couldn't help being very moved in his heart, and then asked Creon, "What's the matter."

"A large number of people outside the palace are waiting for this good news. Since you were born, Caledon, no new member of the royal family has been born."

Creon bowed his head, indicating that he wanted Imrik to deliver the good news to the people himself.

Looking at the child who was still sleeping deeply, and Etila lying on the bed, to be honest, Imrik didn't want to leave this room at this time, he just wanted to be with his wife and son quietly.

Noticing the reluctance in her husband's eyes, Etila forced a smile, "Take Draconir, you have fulfilled your duties as a husband and father. Don't forget, you are not only responsible for our family, You also need to be in charge of the entire Caledon."

"Feel sorry."

He bowed his head, kissed Etila's forehead for a moment, and hugged Dragunil who was in the swaddling baby, "Take a break first, and I will come back to accompany you immediately."

"Ah."

Imrik led Creon out of the delivery room, looked at the maids outside the door, and gave him orders,
"Have someone guard this place. Anyone who enters except me and the accompanying staff will be executed immediately without any questioning."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, the Flame Knights immediately signaled the people who were still outside the temple to come in. The 60 Flame Knights were split into three teams. Be by Madam's side, guarding her safety all the way.

Imrik, who was holding the child, didn't have the same stern expression on his face. Seeing the child in his arms twitch his nose unconsciously, he felt a burst of joy.

In the eyes of everyone, the gate of the Dragon Palace gradually opened, and what came out was the prince who had been waiting for an afternoon, and the next heir who was waiting in his arms for a hundred years.

Waves of prayers and cheers came from the crowd, and it seemed extremely chaotic for a while, all of which gave people a sense of hope.

After nodding to Mi Shan, who was in charge of guarding the gate of the palace, to indicate that the mother and child were safe, Imrik walked to the gate of the palace, looked at the extremely fanatical crowd, and felt mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

Ten years of hard work has not been in vain, the kingdom is being revived, and Caledon, known as the silent kingdom, will wake up again one day.

Seeing that the prince was speechless for a while, the nobles mixed with the crowd signaled to keep quiet. The most fearful situation now is that this child is born with a hidden disease. Although there is no such precedent in the Dragon Trainer family, if the prince happens met it.

After pausing for a while, Imrik spoke slowly, feeling the strength of the hand holding the child for the first time,

"Thanks to the protection of the father of the dragon and Vaal, my wife Etila gave birth to a son for the family. The mother and child are in very safe condition."

The cheers sounded again, and the nobles who were still restrained also joined in the carnival. The warlord power had a heir, which meant that the next generation of young people could find a backbone.

But it seemed that the carnival sound that covered up the sky made the newborn child a little uncomfortable, and the person who was still in a deep sleep began to cry loudly.

After noticing this movement, the crowd fell into silence again. Imrik, who still had a serious face, and the child in his arms became the focus of everyone's attention.

Although he really wanted to put the child to sleep immediately, Imrik knew that this was not the time to do this, so he could only continue to deliver the important speech of the leader,

"This is an omen. Since the Dragon Trainer family was born, no new member has been born. I believe this is an omen for the revival of the kingdom.

When the temperature of the volcano rises again, gunpowder smoke fills the Dragon's Back Mountains; the number of awakened dragons gradually increases, and the dragon's chant echoes among the mountains; A gift from Val to Caledon. "

After speaking, Imrik lifted the child up high, showed his immature face to everyone, and called out his name loudly,

"Son of the Dragon—Draconir!" (End of this chapter)