The way they all acted was amusing Zerlinda. She didnât need to do anything to notice that a lot of them had hate for each other. It was
wicked, or so she thought. She was, perhaps, getting too carried away with this. But she didnât forget that her time was nearly over. She had to close the portal, or theyâll noticeâand who knows what dangers sheâd face by then.
Before she could close it, a man announced the Fire Clanâs Kingâs death.
âTheyâre already starting?â Zer thought, referring to the elders, of course. She completely closed it, and life seemed to continue on its boring pace. âHeh,â she refrained from chuckling, âTime to play with the others.â
In a second or two, she was already in the Fire Clanâs territory, and this wasnât the first time she came. Before she could even make a step, someone bumped into her. âWhat bad luck,â she thought.
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When did you get there?â The lady asked her, she was thinking as to whether she should reply or make a run for it, but she couldnât, she stayed long enough to, at least, be recognized.
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Both of the Fire Clan nobles must be here and all I see is a guard, no offence, Vladimir, and a messenger, no offence yet again.â The Water Clanâs queen spoke.
âNo offense was taken, maâam,â she replied in all sincerity. Afterwards, she remained silent. The only thing she could do here was to reply if she was being talked to, she couldnât push her opinion in, it wasnât her job to, and she believed she wasnât in place to do that.
It was getting frustrating, watching all the others try to be polite and calm, but she knew they could barely
stand being with each other. Draconi was merely listening until she felt as if some ice hit her, though it was different⊠It seemed unreal; it
was unreal. This wasn't a very good sign, indeed. Suddenly, she felt anotherâs presence. Her head jolted to look at the man, â
Pardon me, my lords and ladies, but I have a private message for Vladimir.â
Her eyes were filled with suspicion; it was rare for someone, especially a man thatâs not of high ranks, to just barge in during a meeting like this. Everyone knew these things were important, and Draconi was well aware than this wasnât an ordinary message, nor was it
just private. It was, in her assumption, important. Thoughts were invading her mind, she didnât even have any idea what anyone else was saying. It was rare for Draconi, especially due to the fact that itâs necessary for her, not to pay attention.
In a couple of minutes, Vladimir came back and announced something, â
It seems that there has been a complication. The Fire King is now myself. It seems he was brutally scorched to death. A shame.â
Her eyes widened, but she immediately composed herself, â
It seems that I have to attend these Goddamn meetings. Well, if Iâm going to be stuck here, I might as well make myself comfortable.â Vladimir, now a king, continued. The way he acted surprised her, but she couldn't protest, at all. Not now, not
ever.
Kenshi couldnât die so easily, and thereâs only one personâif they can be considered suchâthat can do that⊠The elders.
In one of the flames in their territory, a dragon, no more than 4 feet in length, spawned. It was one of her pets, so to speak. It slithered into the mansion, she had to see for herself, but she canât just leave the meeting place after going there.
Meanwhile, the cloud in her mind was vanishing, âMay I have the permission to speak?â she asked the others.