The portrait is finished.
"It's finished."
Conrad carefully removed the painting from the easel and laid it flat on the table.
Li Aili leaned over to take a look.
Even though I had expected it, seeing the exact same painting still made me...
She really wanted to ask Arthur, a thousand years in the future, why he didn't explain back then?
She comes from a thousand years in the future, and the world a thousand years in the future has no Holy Dragon Empire.
“Here, we need a signature,” Arthur said, pointing to a corner of the painting.
"In this way, when the painting is passed down to future generations, the collectors will know when it was painted and to whom it was given."
As he spoke, Arthur picked up a pen and wrote a line of cursive script in the corner of the portrait:
[In the first year of the Holy Dragon Era, 5982, this was given to my dearest one.]
The person I love most...
Upon seeing these words, Li Aili could no longer hold back, "Arthur, I..."
A long, drawn-out dragon roar echoed from outside the window: "Roar—"
This interrupted Li Aili's words.
“It’s Albert who’s back,” Arthur said.
"Arthur, there's something I want to tell you..."
The dragon's roar continued, one after another, each sound echoing like waves.
"Roar—! Roar—!!"
Arthur sensed something was wrong and his expression changed. "Something's happened to Albert."
Li Aili opened her mouth, but the opportunity to reveal the truth had already passed.
Arthur ran to the window and looked down.
Many people are running towards the Dragon Tower.
The tranquility of Perkins seemed to be shattered in that instant.
Arthur raised his hand and opened the portal, while simultaneously instructing Conrad:
"Conrad! Stop your mother! Don't let her come to the Dragon Tower."
Li Aili asked worriedly, "Is it serious?"
"I'll go with you!"
"Walk."
Arthur pulled Li Aili along as they passed through the portal and appeared directly on the top floor of the Dragon Tower.
When they arrived, Albert's contracted dragon, Elector Gilmanoa, had already landed at the Dragon Tower.
Li Aili's first reaction was, how come this dragon has grown so much in just a few days?
She could understand why the Platinum Dragon King was growing at an abnormal rate.
Because the Platinum Dragon King was punished by the Dragon God and turned back into his juvenile form.
As his understanding with Arthur grew, the restrictions imposed on him by the Dragon God lessened.
Caesar will grow up very quickly.
But what's with Albert's dragon?
Dragons are long-lived species, and the characteristic of long-lived species is that they grow slowly.
Albert's contracted dragon has grown at least four or five times larger!
In terms of a dragon's age, this is equivalent to Gilmanoa growing from an adult dragon to an ancient dragon in just a few days.
This is absolutely unbelievable!
But nobody cares about that now.
Gilmanoa, Brandon Red Pomegranate, carrying Albert, dismounted from the dragon's back.
He was covered in blood, Albert's blood.
"His Highness has been assassinated!"
"Silver Dragon God!"
"quick!"
"Please, Silver Dragon God, save His Highness!"
He went mad, roaring at everyone like a wild beast about to seize a treasure, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying.
Albert, whom he held in his arms, had a black spear piercing his chest.
Li Aili covered her mouth in shock.
At this moment, the Platinum Dragon King also arrived.
Caesar landed directly on the Dragon Tower, folded his wings, and let out a roar to the sky, "Roar—"
The sound was extremely long, seemingly able to penetrate through a thousand layers of clouds and reach the Dragon God's Kingdom.
A beam of silvery light pierced through the clouds and fell directly onto the Dragon Tower.
As the silver light faded, a beautiful woman dressed in a silver robe with long, flowing silver hair walked gracefully towards them.
When He appeared, everyone bowed their heads.
However, when the woman saw the black spear, she sighed softly.
"This is the artifact of the God of the Underworld, the 'Spear of Souls'."
"I can't save him."
"Only the God of the Underworld himself can reclaim this artifact."
After saying this, Lady Silver transformed into a streak of silver light and returned to the divine realm.
"No—!!" Brandon, or rather Victoria, clung tightly to Albert, refusing to let go.
She screamed and cried out in despair, grabbing anyone she could reach and begging them to save Albert.
Li Aili forced herself to calm down.
First, he looked at Albert's dragon.
The dragon is still alive!
That means there's still hope!
When Prince Alex was poisoned, his brass dragon also died suddenly.
Arthur had told her that dragons and their contracted knights were bound together by life and death!
"Calm down, Vi... Brandon, Gilmanoa is still alive."
"His Highness Albert can still be saved!"
“That’s right.” A deep, cold male voice came from behind him.
Everyone spontaneously made way for the dragon and bowed their heads to pay homage to the returning emperor.
The emperor was covered in dust and grime, and didn't even have time to remove his helmet.
He walked up to Albert and paused.
Li Aili felt that, for a fleeting moment, the guardian deity of the holy dragon seemed to sway slightly...
The emperor slowly knelt on one knee and examined his eldest son's injuries.
He said softly, "Gilmanoa did everything he could to save him."
"We still have time."
Brandon was trembling uncontrollably; he seemed to have grasped at a straw.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"His Highness was ambushed by the person he saved."
"We bled and sacrificed ourselves to protect those people..."
"But what did they do?"
"They believed the lies of the god of trickery!"
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