Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Your opinion... is very unique." Okacestes barely said the word heresy. Was the Longbeard War a divine punishment caused by the Phoenix King usurping Malekith's credit? Too absurd.

As someone who has personally fought against the Nagaryth elves many times, he has the confidence to say that Malekith is a traitor, a general and wizard who inherited his father's pride and mother's gloom.

After the betrayal, the justice inherited from Aenarion was finally overwhelmed by the evil of Maurice and became the Witch King of Druchi.

The answer to Occestes was not unexpected, and Imric could not say that it was all something that had been arranged. When the ancient saint created this world, he had already foreseen that the son of a hero would suffer countless tribulations. After becoming abnormally distorted, it returned to the front.

"Let's not mention this matter anymore. When it comes to the Longbeard War, everyone is angry and has to face the dwarves again."

Phyllis immediately raised her hand, "Are you ready to eat?"

Imrik crumpled the white paper on the table into a ball and threw it on the maid's forehead. This woman has been eating all day long since she came to Sartosa.

That's not right, it should be said that she only knows how to feed herself. She is busy in the kitchen cooking all kinds of delicious food all day long, for fear that her prince will be hungry.

Phyllis, who was pretending to rub her forehead, had eyes popping up. It hurt, it hurt too much. It was obviously an opportunity for two people to get along, so why were there two burdens in this office.

Ignoring the maid's acting skills, Imric pushed away the chair and stood up, "No, now that the matter with the dwarf has been settled, I need to go to the empire and meet him at least once before he dies."

"You mean Magnus? But it seems to have been only thirty years since you last met him."

Imric smiled fondly at the maid who didn't understand the human condition. This woman also knew that she used to act like a big sister, but now she looked like a fool.

"He should... this year..." Imrik thought for a while. It seemed that more than forty years had passed since the end of the Great Holy War.

It is now the year 2350 of the Imperial Calendar, which means that Magnus may only have more than twenty years to live.

The Dragon Prince, who had no idea how old the emperor was, said he would set off immediately to explain to the Nun Territory of the Empire in the form of an informal visit that the etiquette and customs between the two races were very different, but there were some things they had in common.

An official visit would inevitably involve a group of officials and attendants, but Imric didn't plan to go to any trouble. After all, he was just going to meet his friends.

Compared with the complicated and unusual relationship between the Mountain Kingdom and Caledor, represented by Thorgrim, the friendship between the Dragon Prince and the Emperor is more pure. He appreciates Magnus' piety to the gods and the Empire.

Pulling off the blue cloak on the hanger, Imric threw it to Phyllis and covered her little head like a prank. He held the edge of the cloak with both hands and covered it firmly.

"Hurry up, you are a maid, why do you have to give me orders every time before you know the next move? If you were not in Caledor, you would have been expelled from the palace long ago."

A dull and crisp sound came from the blue cloak, "Don't get too carried away. You, the little dragon prince who used to hide behind the maid, still remember that when you knew you didn't have a dragon companion, I was the one who comforted you when you cried."

When the scandal was mentioned, Imrik coughed twice, glared at Occestes who was watching from behind, and then let go of his cloak.

He also forgot that this woman grew up wearing the same pants as him and knew everything. Next time, he must find a place where no one is around to bully her.

The maid who got her breath glared at her master fiercely, took the cloak angrily, walked behind the prince, and carefully folded the cloak...

Phyllis paused and thought for a while, then said something, "I remember Prince Aude gave you a white lion cloak."

"Yes, I was hung in the bedroom. It was taken away by Odd from my father. It is quite commemorative."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you another one."

Phyllis, who was asking a riddle, hung the blue thin satin cloak back on the wooden rack, and hurriedly opened the office door, as if she was looking for something.

This made Imrik dumbfounded. How could any maid abandon her master and leave even if they disagree with each other? If you had half the respect Lilaze had for Alarielle, you wouldn't be bullied all day long. Ocasitas took a step forward, looked at the back of Phyllis as she opened the door and left, and said in a faint tone,

"Your Highness, your maid seems to have quite a personality."

"How can someone who is raised as a wife have no personality?" A voice from the corner made the two of them turn their heads at the same time.

Mishan finally stood up from the corner. His unusually messy beard, unkempt hair, and wine bottles scattered in the barrel all showed his current condition - decadence.

Occestes' dragon eyes flickered a little. He had previously been puzzled as to why Prince Caledor would be protected by humans, but after the actual fight, he also understood Mishan's ability.

But what is even more strange is not his ability, but the prince's attitude towards him. It is a very subtle feeling, as if he trusts Mishan more than all the dragon princes in Sartusa.

His generosity reaches the point of indulgence, allowing a human being to drink alcohol in the corner without any image in the prince's office, which is unimaginable for the legendary warrior who deeply believes in the tradition of Caledor.

Perhaps this human being has some unknown past with His Highness...

Imrik shrugged and did not deny Mishan's statement. Phyllis was indeed raised as his wife. From a traditional perspective, he had no more suitable marriage partner than her.

Looking at Mishan standing up, he said.

"Is there not enough wine?"

Mishan shook his body and stood up. He held his head against the wall and shook his head. He laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "The wine is not intoxicating, but the person is already drunk. This is an experience I have never had before. It may take some time to calm down."

"Of course, you will have time to get out of this shadow." Imrik nodded. Although his old friend had long expected his wife's death, when the reality came, the grief was still unbearable. The wounds in the battle can be treated with plaster and perseverance. Relief, but what method should be used to cut the knife in my heart.

"But until then, I am still an honorary noble of the court. Your personal guard, my halberd, is ready to be wielded again."

The heavy old friend made Imrik have the same expression. He walked to Mishan and patted his old friend on the shoulder in an encouraging manner, not knowing how to comfort him.

This scene made Occestes not know how to express his thoughts. It was unprecedented for Prince Caledor to have a true friendship with humans.

After a while, Phyllis returned to the office carrying a unique white lion cloak. She looked at the heavy and unusual atmosphere inside with curious eyes, but she still had to speak first.

"I brought the stuff, let's try it now."

The white lion cloak does not have the common lion head of Charis. It is just a lion skin with extremely soft and white hair. When tied on Imric's shoulders, it can just cover the broad shoulder blades.

The lush white hair is supported on both sides of the neck. Even if he is wearing ordinary clothes, he still adds a brave temperament out of thin air.

Felice's eyes flashed. Maybe she could try the dress-up game. Why did the prince always think about Caledor's armor? Although the dragon-wing decoration was timeless, it occasionally needed to change its style.

She rummaged through the treasures in the storage room again, hoping to find a piece of armor that matched the lion's cloak. Imric had to wait here and was not allowed to go there. He could only consider it after the arrangement was over. Which way to get to the empire.

This made the three grown men stare, not knowing how to comment. The two guards felt in their hearts that His Highness doted on the maid too much. How could any servant have such an attitude towards his master?

As the person involved, Imrik could only listen to the maid's words honestly.

By the way, isn't Caledor's armor handsome? Why are you thinking about getting the Lion's Cloak? (End of chapter)