Chapter 61: A Letter
“Bang!”
The carriage door was flung open, and Ral bounced out of Mill’s embrace, her eyes shining as she looked at the entrance, only to see the weary face of Raphael, as if the battle outside had drained all her energy.
“Lord Raphael.”
Mill looked at Raphael, who was emanating an aura of low spirits, with some concern, and couldn’t help but speak.
“Lord Raphael, where’s Fisher?”
Ral glanced at the lavender fields outside but saw no sign of that familiar human male. Just a few moments ago, their slave marks had all vanished, and Mill and the others knew very well what had happened, so they looked at Raphael with complex expressions.
Meeting Ral’s somewhat uneasy gaze, she gently closed the door behind her. After closing her eyes for a second or two, she reopened her green eyes and said to Keshil and Fashir,
“You drive the carriage; we are turning towards the tribe now. First, head south, and I’ll take the reins after I take a look at Fisher’s map. Mill, keep an eye on Ral.”
“Yes.”
Mill nodded and held the small Ral in her arms.
Raphael glanced at her companions and the surroundings. Only when Fashir and the others moved the carriage southward did she head towards the first door on the left, which was Fisher’s room.
The decorations and items inside hadn’t changed much, with many human books lying quietly on surfaces, staring at Raphael as she entered the room.
Just as she was about to turn and look at the map of the Southern Continent hanging on the wall, she caught sight of a light yellow envelope placed on his desk, with a roll of ancient parchment beneath it.
Raphael reached out to pick up the envelope and saw that it was written in beautiful Nali script, marked with Fisher’s emblem,
“To Raphael.”
Is it a letter?
Raphael opened the envelope to find a folded sheet of paper inside, handwritten in Fisher’s script.
“Dear Raphael.”
“If you can see the contents of this letter, it means you have achieved victory in our game. First, congratulations on gaining freedom for yourself and your companions. At the same time, it indicates that our paths will now diverge, heading in different directions until they ultimately converge or stretch to different ends.”
“Your excellence and strength have made me consider eliminating you multiple times, but your independent perspective has revealed the simple kindness and passion of the Dragon Race to me, which in turn made me fond of your fervent soul. Thus, after much hesitation, I have decided to let you go. Your stage is not in the dark prison of humans, nor in my not-so-spacious house in Nali; the vast wilderness of the Southern Continent is your future.”
“At the same time, I hope you can always maintain your independent thinking and ponder thoroughly before doing anything, as it will aid your decision-making and path. The parchment beneath the envelope is a clue to the ruins of the Dragon Race’s Feimabaha Dragon Court, given to you as a farewell gift. If you have a return gift, save it for our next meeting.”
“May your future path be filled with bright blessings.”
“Fisher Benavides”
“Note: You still owe me a punishment; remember to repay it when we meet again.”
Raphael clutched the thin envelope, lingering on Fisher’s final signature for a long time. She silently bowed her head and placed the envelope against her forehead, allowing the crimson, ethereal dragon horn to pass through it.
Strangely, although that human had no horns and real objects could not touch the horns of the Dragon Race, at that moment, Raphael felt layers of ripples stirring within her soul, as if connected to his heart.
After a long time, when she reopened her eyes, her green gaze was as deep as an unfathomable pool, yet within that deep green, it seemed countless fierce flames were churning, radiating dazzling light like the sun.
It was time for her to set off and accomplish what she had long desired.
The midday sun blazed over the Southern Continent, and a carriage set out from the northern part of the Southern Continent, just as it had arrived.
At this moment, the reins were no longer held by the gentleman from Nali but by a dragon race girl, shining like the newly risen morning sun.
The crimson Dragon Queen was rising gracefully.
(Volume 1: The Crimson Dragon Queen)
(End of Chapter)
