Galaxy's First Ruler

"Christin, Berb, are you okay?"

Christin heard her captain's voice and felt some liquid passing through her mouth and down her throat.

As soon as the liquid entered her stomach, she felt a cool sensation reaching the furthest part of her body. The heavy ringing in her ears and blackness in front of her vanished gradually. The first scene she saw was Tomislav crouched over her, with traces of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Captain! What happened? Ugh!"

The sight made her sat up suddenly, resulting in a nailing pain on the side of her head. As the pain subsided, she found Berb sitting beside her. His rough breathing and the many insects around him told her he must have gone through a similar experience.

"Don't worry about it."

Christin saw the slight frown on Tomislav's face despite his caring words. She looked around and found almost all had been laying on the floor, including the mayor and his daughter. Behind Tomislav, she saw Viscount Rayko helping his nephew on the sofa. The only thing that bewildered her was the way Rayko kept looking at her captain.

"Damn! What was that?"

She heard the disgusting voice of Trifon as her captain went to check up on the mayor and his daughter. She looked at a far corner and found the three Recordless standing as they had before she had lost consciousness. Drops of red blood trickled down from their masks and their knee kept shaking, resisting the urge to fall again.

"It was the Roar of a Dragon."

'Dragon?!'

Christin's mind jolted as she heard the word. She didn't know how Viscount Rayko even knew if it was a Dragon or not, but the word 'Dragon' itself was enough to make her gasp in shock.

"So it's true! Father said that there was news of a Dragon a few months back here. Haha!"

Christin felt amazed at how quick the bastard Trifon had recovered without even using any potion. The strength of a Viscount truly was out of her estimations. But strength alone couldn't keep anyone alive in the Death Separation and she knew of a living example personally.

"Well, they are done for."

She looked at her captain, who was shaking his head as he checked up on the mayor and his daughter.

"You got your wish then, huh, strongest whatever? Now there is no point in staying here any longer."

Christin saw Trifon looking at the mayor's daughter. She couldn't understand why the idiot would say that, but then she found him looking at her with those repulsive eyes. She didn't mind men looking at her, but there was some deep itch in her heart whenever the young Viscount looked at her.

"Cap… Captain? Was it really a Dragon?"

She lightly approached Tomislav and tried to hide behind his wide shoulders.

"Humph! You think my uncle is lying? Hmm, if you want to, I can kill that Dragon for you. Haha!"

"SHUT UP!"

THWACK!!!

Christin was wondering how the laughing Trifon would kill a Dragon when Viscount Rayko shouted at his nephew and hit him on the back of his head. She also saw the shadow of deep fear on her captain's face. The way these two men stared at the roof, waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike them down, gave her a chill.

The entire situation was just too bizarre for her to handle, and the corner of her eyes became wet. The only thing she could do was to plant her face in Tomislav's chest and not think about what was going on.

"Shh! It's okay! Sigh… My Lord, I don't know what they say about Dragons on your planet. But.. For Death's sake, don't utter those words again."

She heard the pacifying voice of Tomislav, which gained a reprimanding tone halfway. But the next voice that must have come out of Viscount Rayko's mouth made her look over at the sofa.

"Trifon, you fool! If only you weren't my brother's son, I swear… Humph! Tomislav, prepare to leave immediately. The sooner we clear that Dungeon the better your rewards will be."

Christin followed Tomislav as he walked towards Berb.

"Berb, tell the three coachmen to prepare the carriages. If we leave now, we can reach there by tomorrow night."

*

Three carriages made their way out of the town. If one were to observe carefully they would notice that there was nothing metallic on and within these carriages. The path they were running on was well known, but their destination had become a dreadful topic in the mouth of many Dreamers.

The carriages were getting pulled by three enormous gray lizards with deep black spots. Their speed wasn't any slower than the fastest Baron-level Dreamer. These were the only creatures who could travel through the mist from the Sea of Whtie Death without losing their momentum.

The Black-spotted Undead Lizards were not dead, but not completely alive either.

Tomislav and his crew were in the first carriage leading the group, and the three Recordless were in the last. The middle carriage was bigger than the other two and the two Viscounts were seated opposite to each other in it, drinking pale golden wine.

"Ouch! That sure hurts, Uncle."

"You were asking for it. Humph? Kill a Dragon? What were you even thinking?"

"Tch! I got carried away. Anyway, How was it? They looked pissed off, right?"

Viscount Rayko put down his drink and a slight smile came upon his face.

"You piece of overacting brat! Had your fun, huh?"

The playfulness and naivety that had claimed the throne on Trifon's face vanished suddenly. His eyes became sharp like a leopard on the hunt. Trifon took shiny but transparent spectacles out of his pockets and put them on.

"It isn't easy to act like a spoiled brat, you know? I just hope that Tomislav hasn't noticed anything odd about me. There is something deeply wrong with that guy."

Trifon nudged his glasses and the pair of uncle and nephew looked at each other.

"I am also worried about the way he held up hearing the King's roar."

As they mentioned the King, a deep feeling of greed and fear passed by their eyes. Viscount Rayko took out a compass-like object. There were no markings in it, and it had only one red needle.

Trifon took the compass off Rayko's hand and stared at the shaking tip of the needle.

"Haha! I thought all the Darklings had become extinct in the last Galactic War."