Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Even though Draknir had only achieved a trivial achievement, Imrik still felt a strong sense of pride in his heart. No matter how different his temperament was from that of his family ancestors, the spirit of the dragon tamer still flowed in his body. Blood.

In their spare time, taking advantage of this undisturbed morning, the prince and his maid took a leisurely stroll in the familiar palace. Every step they took seemed to bring them back to the old, passionate age.

Phyllis was full of smiles, and the love in her eyes flowed out like a river. In the past, this love could only flow into the sea, turn into clouds and mist, and the wind and smoke were all gone. Now it was finally over.

But leisure time is always extremely short, especially for Imrik, a prince who is known as the all-powerful military and political person. There are always some unexpected but reasonable people coming to visit.

The palace magic advisor, Belannar has always been very angry over the years. Not to mention the strange magic that his student Prince Caledor learned with Minas Nir in the temple in the Dragonspine Mountains, and the magic that he carefully prepared. The tutorial needs to be rewritten.

In the middle of studying, the students actually ran away. Why did they go to Xiaolong Bay to be a small town guard?

Even with Draconir's qualifications, he must not allow it to grow wildly.

In terms of martial arts, Belannar has nowhere to teach, and Caledor has many warriors with excellent martial arts skills. But in the field of magic, even the Dragon Court must listen to me, the former Supreme Mage.

With such thoughts in mind, Berannar came angrily from the research institute, preparing for a wave of forced imposition, which would surely make Imric understand the seriousness of the matter.

At the same time, Alishara came on behalf of Avalon, hoping to bridge the relationship between Caledor and the Phoenix Court.

Under the instructions of her mother, she traveled from the Valley of Eden to Kalede under the protection of her maids.

The little queen was very enthusiastic about coming to her father's residence, so she did not hesitate to speed up the convoy to see Imrik as quickly as possible.

Imrik, who was reminiscing about the past with Phyllis, was troubled as he looked at the two big figures in Ulthuan who appeared at the same time.

That's all for Berannar. He really liked Dracnir as a student and taught him everything he had learned. Only if he refused to learn, there was no situation where he refused to teach.

Just because the prince was sent to observe the lives of the common people, the retired old mage had exchanged letters many times, hoping that the student's golden age should be spent in knowledge.

In order to get rid of Berannar who seemed to be extremely angry first, Imrik gave the maid a hint and roughly explained the brat's recent situation to the old mage.

Phyllis, who was well aware of the prince's psychology, naturally loosened her grip on Imrik's hand, as to why she was holding hands.

Isn't it normal for a maid to take her master around the palace?

It is obvious that Beranal has no interest in the chaotic relationship between men and women. As long as you have stayed in the Dragon Palace for a while, you will naturally understand Felice's matter.

He is not interested in the Dragon Prince, he only has thoughts about the Dragon Prince.

The old mage raised his brows and pointed at Imric to ask for an explanation, ignoring the little queen who seemed to be watching the fun.

Anyway, this girl, like her mother, is a queen who relies on divine power, far less talented than Dracnir, so she should just go back to Avalon and be a mascot.

"Imrik, how can I be called a teacher when one of my youngest students has left me? Now, let Drachnir return to the court immediately, otherwise I will return to Sulfery."

Imrik was sweating from the corner of his brow. You have so many students in the Magic Academy. Why are you telling lies now with your eyes open?

But the retired old mage still needs to take care of his emotions. He is the magic consultant of the Dragon Palace and the head of the Information Processing Institute. He has trained countless students for more than [-] years and has many related magic research results. He is a well-deserved national treasure. level scholar. "Don't be impatient, Mr. Belannar. Drachnir is just going to practice for two years and develop some character. If you are worried, you can naturally supervise at any time. This is your right, and it is also my and Eddie's." I respect you."

After hearing this, Berannar was reluctantly satisfied, and said hello to Minas Nir who was watching the theater next to him, saying that he would have time to continue exploring the mysteries of anti-gravity magic next time, and now he was rushing to supervise the students.

Minas Nir, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, nodded in agreement. This young man's level was pretty good and it was worth spending some time communicating with him. It seemed that Kukulza had a good impression of him as well.

Maybe after some time, we can also get the Magic Small Council communication group.

After sending the retired old mage away, Imric finally had time to entertain the little queen.

He walked up to Alisala who was eating melons with a smile, and stroked the melons on the soft and unusually soft little head with his rough hands. As usual, he first used a familiar greeting.
"You came here in such a hurry, have you eaten yet?"

The little queen, who was already sitting tall and graceful, responded to her father sharply. Her quiet and gentle eyes were exactly the same as her mother's, but her beauty had some sharp sword eyebrows, which added a sense of heroism out of thin air.

"Not yet. I thought that when I came to the Dragon Palace, my father would definitely not arrange a special banquet for us, so I didn't eat."

What the hell.

Imric was puzzled by this incomprehensible theory. How could you, a stupid person, be like your mother, who used a wooden stick to beat birds when she fled.

There must be something wrong with Avalon's education, which made his daughter stupid.

"Okay, I haven't eaten yet." As he spoke, Imric turned his head skillfully. He was about to ask the maid to go to the kitchen to prepare some food, but found that no one was there.

Fortunately, Phyllis, who had just sent Béranal away, came back and rescued the embarrassed prince. She asked the little queen to take a seat first, and she would arrange for Avalon's maid to stay at the side palace.

After arranging everything properly, Alisara held her father's arm in awe and pointed at the black dragon that was lying in a state of corpse.

This is really strange. It goes beyond the little queen's expectation. The dragon should not be a mysterious and powerful creature. It is respected by Asul. It will only fly from the Dragon's Back Mountains in emergencies or when war calls. Come out and become the shadow of death covering the earth.

But why, Minas Nil, the son of the legendary dragon Ying Dro Gurnir, seems to be very...

Alisala didn't know how to describe it. She thought of the pet cats raised by some noble girls in Eden Valley. They were lying motionless on the sofa and only reacted when the servants offered sacrifices.

The usual reaction is enough to make the girl who is called the master but actually the servant extremely excited.

"Is he Minas Nir? It seems..."

The girl whispered softly, thinking that only her father could hear it, but Minas Nir, whose attention had already shifted here, had already noticed it, and his body was shaking imperceptibly, as if waiting for the next words.

Imrik didn't care about waving, he was already used to it. It would be the strangest thing if Lao Mi seriously patrolled the sky of Caledor one day to capture possible risks.

"Don't worry, Lao Mi is already half a useless dragon. Even though he is so huge, his actual flying speed is not as fast as that of a young dragon. By the way, Lukiua and Statius are both in Kalede. I'll wait for you. I'll take you to play with them." (End of Chapter)