We landed in front of the massive gate guarding the entrance to the kingdom. A group of soldiers stood on alert, their weapons ready as we approached.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
One of the guards called out, gripping his spear tightly. His eyes darted between me, Karlos, and Zalario—clearly wary of our presence.
Before I could say anything, Reinhart quickly stepped forward.
"Step aside, they are with me."
His voice carried the authority of a seasoned warrior, leaving no room for argument.
The moment the soldiers recognized him, their tense expressions shifted to relief and respect.
"Oh, Lord Reinhart! Please, come inside,"
One of them said with a smile, gesturing for us to enter.
As the gates creaked open, I leaned toward Reinhart and whispered,
"You sure are popular around here."
Reinhart sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, yeah, I am the champion of this kingdom. But still, don't expect the same welcome from the king."
I smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure we'll get along just fine."
Karlos chuckled beside me, while Zalario remained silent, his ever-watchful eyes scanning the surroundings.
As we walked through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the way people stared at us. I mean, who wouldn't?
A handsome guy like me, a ridiculously hot daemon in a butler outfit, and a freaking Primordial Angel walking side by side? Yeah, our looks were straight-up god-tier. Of course, we were going to attract attention.
Women blushed and whispered to each other as we passed. Some men looked either in awe or absolute envy. Even the children stopped playing to gawk at us.
"Master, I believe we are causing quite the commotion,"
Karlos said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention.
Reinhart sighed. "Yeah, no kidding. You three look like you walked straight out of a myth."
I grinned. "Well, technically, we kinda did."
Zalario, as usual, remained expressionless, but I caught him glancing at a group of noblewomen swooning nearby. Maybe even he wasn't immune to the attention.
we kept walking, we finally reached the castle… though, to be honest, it looked more like a glorified basement. The place was in terrible condition—cracked walls, rusted gates, and a vibe that screamed
"we're barely holding this place together."
Reinhart quickly arranged an audience with the king, and soon enough, we were led into the throne room.
Now, I was expecting some regal, battle-hardened ruler, and sure enough, the man sitting on the throne looked the part. He had the aura of someone who had seen way too much—like he had survived three world wars, a famine, and maybe even a midlife crisis. His sharp eyes scanned us, and for a moment, I actually tensed up.
"Damn, this guy's the real deal," I thought.
But before I could fully prepare myself for some intense negotiation or power struggle, the king suddenly—
"Ah… Reinhart-kun! You finally arrived! I was so worried about you! Do you know how many sleepless nights your uncle had?!"
The sheer whiplash from the tone shift almost made me choke. What the hell?!
Reinhart sighed deeply, rubbing his temples.
"Uncle… please, not in front of everyone."
Meanwhile, Karlos looked like he was holding back laughter, and Zalario just blinked in confusion.
I, on the other hand, was still trying to process the fact that this absolute war veteran of a king just turned into an overdramatic, doting uncle.
The king quickly straightened his posture, clearing his throat as he tried to regain his dignity.
"Ahem… It is an honor to meet you, Lord True Dragon."
I raised an eyebrow. "Velsun."
"Huh?"
"My name's Velsun. Just Velsun."
The king blinked, then nodded. "Ah, of course… Lord Velsun."
I sighed but let it slide. Close enough.
The king's expression turned serious.
"If I may ask… why have you come to Bermud? This kingdom is on the brink of destruction. Our walls are crumbling, our people are suffering, and the war has drained every last resource we have."
I was about to throw in a sarcastic remark—something along the lines of,
"Yeah, no kidding. I thought this was a renovation project."
But I held my tongue. Probably not the best time.
Instead, I folded my arms and smirked.
"Well, you see… I'm here to offer you an alliance. I'll help you against your enemies."
The room went completely silent. Even the guards, who had been standing stiffly at attention, widened their eyes.
The king's face twitched.
"Oh… really?"
His voice cracked slightly, as if he was afraid to believe it.
"Yep,"
I nodded.
"I've decided to back Bermud. You've got a True Dragon on your side now."
For a second, the old man just stared at me. Then, to my utter shock, he suddenly laughed—a deep, relieved laugh, like a man who had just been freed from the weight of the world. His once-stoic expression broke into the most genuine, grateful smile I'd ever seen.
"Thank the gods…"
He ran a hand down his face, his shoulders shaking.
"I—I cannot express how much this means to me, Lord Velsun."
He looked at me with something close to pure reverence.
Reinhart, who had been standing next to me, let out a breath he'd been holding. Even Karlos, the smug bastard, was looking at me with newfound respect. Zalario just crossed his arms, smirking knowingly.
The king took a step forward.
"You… you have no idea how much hope you've given us."
His voice wavered slightly.
"For years, we've been barely holding on. Every day, our people wonder if it will be their last. And now… now, with you by our side, we finally have a chance."
His eyes were shining with gratitude. He suddenly dropped to one knee—a freaking king—and bowed his head.
"Lord Velsun… thank you. Thank you for choosing to stand with us."
I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
"Uh… yeah, no problem, man. You can stand up, y'know?"
The king chuckled and rose to his feet.
"Forgive me, I just—this is truly a blessing." He turned to the guards. "Gather the council! Let it be known—Bermud has a True Dragon as its ally!"
The entire room erupted in cheers. The weight of despair that had hung in the air moments ago seemed to vanish in an instant. Hope—real, tangible hope—had returned to this kingdom.
And all I could think was… Welp. Guess I just became Bermud's biggest celebrity.
Karlos stood there, staring at Velsun with an expression that could only be described as awe. His mind was racing, piecing together what he believed to be Velsun's true plan.
"Truly magnificent… Lord Velsun, you are truly one cunning being…"
First, he would grant these desperate people a ray of hope, appearing before them in their darkest hour like a savior. With their kingdom on the brink of ruin, they would cling to him like drowning men grasping for a lifeline. And once he delivered them from their suffering, once he led them to victory—he would be no less than a god in their eyes.
The people of Bermud would worship him. His name would be sung in the streets. His deeds would be carved into history. And from there… he could easily ascend as the King of Bermud, ruling over a nation that adored him.
"Truly magnificent! I would never want to be on his bad side. Such a cunning plan…!"
Karlos swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. His wings twitched with excitement.
Meanwhile, Velsun, having turned to look at Karlos, raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? What is he thinking?"
He wondered. Karlos was practically vibrating in place, staring at him like he had just witnessed the birth of a god.
"Meh. Must be because I offered my help to these people. The main reason is I just wanted some fun. He probably understands that, I think."
Satisfied with his conclusion, Velsun gave Karlos a slight nod.
That was all it took.
Karlos shuddered—a visible tremor running down his spine as his face turned red with uncontainable excitement.
"LORD VELSUN…!!!"
He barely managed to keep himself from collapsing to his knees. His body felt like it was on fire. His mind exploded with admiration.
"Lord Velsun, you are truly the smartest!"
He practically moaned, his wings fluttering as if he had ascended to a higher plane of existence.
Velsun blinked.
"Why the hell does he look like he just had an out-of-body experience…?"
What is gonna happen now? Is Velsun going to do some charity to the kingdom? Or is Karlos planning how to worship Velsun. And will Zalario remain as silent as ever in all of this? Find out next time on dragon bal- Ahm....
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