" Greeting to the blessing of the Dragon, The Crown Prince, Castra Isaac Malum."

The sound of the greeting that is now pretty much bored himself so much while looking at people who will bow, paled, tremble, and try so hard to compose themselves in the presence of him. Either men or women, either the small one or the big one- everyone, in the end, will worship him as he is the one with the holy dragon's blood running through his vein. No one dares enough to look him into his eyes.

even in the situation where one was begged or was filled with hatred, the eyes that looked at him would be filled with fear as well as surrender to unrequited anger.

Then in the end they will scream from inside their heart while cursing,

" You monster!"

As their body then sliced and their blood flood in a very thick red color.

The scene of when the flesh shattered and the strong rust smell of the blood never once bother him. Somehow it is enjoyable, just like prey getting bitten by the predator. The satisfaction of it always calms him down.

It is like ecstasy.

It is like drugs.

The high feeling of it is so euphoric. It could be so addicting and makes him lose his control. It is so messed up, to the point it disgusts him even more.

" The Dragon blesses the human who worships him," they said, and they also said how special the one with the dragon's blood as they also look at him in admiration, envy, and desire while they will run away whenever he gladly shows them his power.

" The Dragon is wicked but human is more." he could bluntly state that. Either he, himself is human, but the ones surrounding him are all sneaky morons.

and he hates the fact that he should take their blood to feel the comfort of being fully aware of himself. He hates it so much that he needs someone's blood to control his emotion.

So, if now he is being known as the wicked crown prince, it could be the best phrase of how he describes himself. As this life already wicking him, eventually from the start.

" It is just the fucking holy dragon sure it has too much free time, huh?" and he smirked while drinking his red wine, " or... human is a greedy trash creature." and Ray over there, who has served him for his entire life just closing his eyes while standing far from him.

his smiles are gone, and he then closes his eyes while thinking, " Is there any interesting thing in this damn world?" something that could distract him in this wicked life of him. Something that could let him out from this disgusting comfort from the thick red blood that flows to his vein from the transfusion hose.

.

.

Yet, then..

[ It is so beautiful, Your Grace.] she said, the woman that could not make any sound nor hear one. The one that has dark brown eyes that will look like its black without this orange-ish sunlight.

' I always like to see her freckles.' in fact, he likes to see everything on her face. Her thin lips, her curly hair that she tries to hold with one of her hands, her eyelashes, and her thin lips. Her eyes sparkle in awe while she looks at the scenery of the suns set, ' Are they really that beautiful?' and her smile widen up as she feels the cold breezes in her face.

" Your cheeks become redden," then he touches her cheek, " are you cold?"

but she just frowned, again looking at him straightly with her eyes. [ What did you say, Your Grace?] and he just smiles, as he then remembers so many times her eyes look at him straightly.

Even with her hands trembled by the blood, and her expression paled by the terror, she will always look at him into his eyes. With her tiny body, which is mute and deaf, she brazenly stands up and speaks. Yes, speak with her strange hand's movement that somehow, make people listen to her.

She is just a woman.

She is just a commoner.

Moreover, she is a disabled person.

Someone like her does not exist in this society, they are labeled as useless. So then many of them buried themself in the molded stereotyped. Immersed and embraced their unfortunate, yet... how could this tiny one be so different?

' I was thought of you as a stupid one.' that is reckless and naive. Yet now, his eyes are now all into hers.

[... it is so high-] and she gasped, while her breath starts to be heavy. He knew it will eventually happen, but the woman itself was too engaged to the scenery and could not even realize her own body. [ Are we going now?] and the disappointed expression of her that is lovely puts smiles on him while holding her waist close to him. Pulls the rope, and leads the dragon down.

He holds her up once more and puts her to the ground, while she holds his hands so tight because of her imbalance. Yet, she smiles again at him and said, [ It feels like I am still flying so the ground feels so strange.] and he thought that it is better for her to just hold onto him and not rush to talk with her hand language, but, he glances to how her hands then let him go eventually.

" Sister!" she was then surprised by the hug of her mini. The one that looks so much like her, but a mini one. That also has the same curious gaze if they are together.

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She looks confused but then holds her sister up. [ You are not allowed to go near the dragon.] she said. As she then runs to Tara who also comes.

He then laughs, which makes the knights and Tara surprised. "... You are not even aware of yours," he said. " ... brings her the medicine, something hot and warm too..." he said to the knight, as he slowly follows the woman who is now talking about her experience to her mini. Who is now looking back at him and looking grumpy, and he knows the reason quite well. "... If you are a little bigger, I will let you."

and just like her sister, she smiles with her chubby cheeks while jumping excitedly," Promise, Your Grace?" and pulling out her pinkie,

" I promise." then he said, as his pinkie knots hers.

***

The meeting hall is silent. Even though many people filled the round table and they are breathing quite finely. Yes, quite as both of the monarchs are now stare the document in their hands in an agonizing stare.

The man that is now in front of them, kneeling, trembling, and paled as much as he already died. Well, people in the hall are quite thinking the same thought.

" So you are saying that the confidential agreement between Nara is leaked and now Jahar takes control of it." asked the emperor. Who is not looking at him but his deep voice surely intense enough to terrorize the man who is bowing, and could not even look nor say something to defend himself. " So... what do you want to say? Our military is now on its way, yet- they seem will just having a great war independently, huh?" he said sarcastically.

"... I-I w-was su-sure that the confidential agreement pa-passed the eli-lite troop," he gulped.

The crown smirked, " Yes, of course for you it seemed," and he sighed, " What's the update?"

and some man stands, " General Derik's troop cornered and asking for permission to attack."

" ... then another annoying party will just join the Jahar, is what you mean by that?"

and the man who just stood up decided to shut his mouth and sit.

" Send back up the troop, tell Derik to just do what is need-"

" Please wait a minute Your Grace-" said Tara in panicked. While looking anxiously to Irisha who is looking at papers in her hands. " Ms. irisha, what do you want to say- Ah, she said that if you do that it will break our agreement with Nara."

the crown prince looks at her, " Yes, I understand that. So you are saying we are just going to let them being sli- die?" asked him.

" There must be some solution about this-"

" We are not in a situation that solution could just pop out in a second," he said firmly.

" We are also not in the situation to ruin the trading growth that we desperately build."

and he frowned Irisha, " You understand that now, a bunch troop that we put our money in, in the crucial situation?"

Irisha also looked at him daringly, " Your Grace, you also understand how fragile our financial state is right now right?" asked her. Who of course Tara is the one who said that but, her intense expression surely thickens the stuffy atmosphere. Where some people in this hall are quite saluting of her action and some thought of reckless she is to fight against the crown prince. Tara on the other hand, who is standing between them is praying so hard for this meeting to end faster.

[ I am not saying that we have to sacrifice General Derik's troop, it was never my intention but, Nara's cooperation related to other trading matters is crucial if we are reckless.] she said. [ You are being reckless if you do what you just said right now.]

and the crown prince twitches, " ... You are saying that without knowing military strategy-"

[ Then discussed it!] she said while glaring toward him. [ Is Sir Higrid will not even speak about it?] asked her while looking at the other official. Who looks at the crown prince for a glance, and the emperor who looks at both of them with his hand again, resting his head.

"... I am also thinking it is a reckless action, Your Grace," he said.

" We should break down the situation first,-" said the minister of defense, " If you don't mind for me to explain my thought."

and the crown prince looks at him, while then looking at Irisha. He stands up and goes down to the round table from his seat.

" You also need to explain it, sir," said Tara while interpreting Irisha's speech to the man who is still kneeling in confusion while the officials and the crown prince are talking, " Please explain the matter to Ms.Irisha, first."

" Ye-yes! I will!" he said as he then runs toward Irisha, " You will interpret it correctly right?"

and Tara nodded, " Just say it in the briefest statement." she said, then the man nodded. She then talked to Irisha about the matter, and Irisha then join the hectic meeting surrounded by many men who is bigger than her.

"... Is she the one that Higrid hired?" asked the emperor who calmly watch the new situation,

the knight beside him nodded, " to be exact she is hired by the Crown Prince himself and is placed to the new branch under Sir Higrid."

" She is the one who maintains the trading now?"

" Yes, Your Majesty."

"... What is her name?"

" She is, Ms. Irisha Spes, Your Majesty," he said, while the emperor still staring at her who is so eye-catching as she is the only woman who is speaking confidently, and quite surprised people listen to her. He got reported that Higrid hired a disabled assistant in his branch but never he knew that she will be muted and deaf. Recently Higrid has given him many new ideas related to finances that recover the situation, so the woman is the reason. Yet,

' is he always like that?' his first son who was always capable to do things on his own Yet, now he takes the time to listen to people that he always ignored?

" Don't be stubborn, Your Grace!" Tara said, who does not match the tone with Irisha's expression but she is terrified as she feels that she is the one who said that. " Sir Gerald already point out the situation and Sir Higrid also described the worst case, it is not the time to just-"

" I will explain to you why," he said.

and both of them are quite stubborn in their opinion, as others need to arbitrate them. Yet, at the same time, people could see that they are listening and trying to understand each perspective that is somehow lead them to agree with each other and they are not holding a grudge and accept it as it is the best option.

" Send the message to Derik, Gerald you understand what you need to do right?"

" I will proceed it right now, Your Grace," he said. " Please excuse me."

" You should do your own too, Higrid, Irisha." he said. " As both of you are the ones asking this complicated situation."

" As your wish, Your Grace," said Higrid.

then he sighs, " Let's just end the meeting. I am so fucking tired talking about trading and trading." he said who then look at Irisha, " You are just too stubborn. Do you know that?" asked him by sign language.

[ I am not, It is for our country after all.] she said. [ You might be good at the military but I am quite an expert in business matters.]

and he smirks, " You are still a brat,"

[ You are so childish to put age in this case, Your Grace.] who then looks away to the man who once kneeling, who is saying something related to what he has to do, [ Let's talk about it with Sir Higrid. How about it Sir?]

" Yes, yes. Let's talk in my office, then, we will excuse our self, Your Grace," said Sir Higrid who then walks away with Irisha, Tara, and the man who is crying in gratitude toward them as he realizes how the situation helps his head to still attach on his body.

" Castra," and the emperor who spoke after being silent in the entire meeting, look at him while crossing his leg.

and he turns his way to him, " You are still here?"

and he ignored him, " Tell me when was the last time your pheromone was uncontrolable?"

" Why are you asking that?" he frowned.

" Just answer."

" I don't remember," he said indifferently, " I am tired, I will excuse myself, father."

then the emperor just sits down for a while, "... so it's her." as he muttered, in a little smile.

***