Chapter 95: Festival (III)
I was utterly lost. Father? Did I really kill someone's father that I don't know about? Not to my knowledge that I know consciously that I killed with my own hands. The only real fight was in my dragon body, but during that time, I was destroying the goblins that were invading the beast-kin's kingdom. Maybe I accidentally squashed a beast-kin warrior in my rampage, but I don't remember exactly.
Looking at both Raven and Crow, they definitely look human. Nothing about them had the trait of a beast-kin anywhere.
"Who exactly is your father?"
"How could you say that? Did you already forget?!" Raven was seething in anger. "I thought all dragons have impressive memories, but it seems that I was wrong. Your completely stupid." She scoffed at my intelligence, which I quietly simmered.
"That's a bit harsh. Seriously, you need to back down and tell me exactly who this father of yours you're talking about, and how did you even know I'm a dragon? Who told you?"
"Our father did. He said he fought head-to-head with you on that fateful day."
"Faithful day?" I wasn't sure what they were talking about, and it was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
"Yes, the day when he had awoken to this world to wipe out the feeble lifeforms that exist in this world."
Feeble lifeforms? Awaken? The words were not truly getting through my head, and it made my head hurt.
"The Black King Azazel!" Raven haughtily replied with pride.
"Azazel?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs in disbelief. Then everything clicked. "You're his child?!"
"What do you expect?" Black wings sprouted out of Raven's back like a majestic coat.
"You gotta be kidding me."
Twenty-five years missing in this world was truly brought out the unexpected. A child of the Black Gryphon was unheard of. Even the ancient textbook wrote nothing about legendary creatures conceiving children.
Crow walked over, he was ultimately better, and he too had black wings sprouting out of his back. "Sis, did you have to spit it out so soon? Wouldn't it be better that she doesn't know?"
"It doesn't matter. Berry at least needs to know who is going to kill her. Plus, she's not going to escape from here at all." Raven's hand was once again brimming with power and confidence.
"Wait. Wait. Wait." I pulled up my hands to stop her. "Are you guys, half-breeds?" I know I was just stalling for time, but this was a question that I wanted to know.
"Half-breeds…" The words gritted on Raven's mouth.
"Yep." Crow crossed his arm over his head, nonchalantly. "Half of us are human. Supposedly, the story goes that our mother saved our injured father. They lived together for eight years before we were conceived."
"Why are you telling them this! That story is taboo!" Raven hissed. "We are not part human!"
"Stop being so cranky. I don't think it's a bad thing to be part human."
"This is why the father saw you as trash!"
"Ha? No, he didn't. He treated both of us equally. I just went through rougher training."
"Believe whatever you will. Now move it!" Raven was getting annoyed with his whimsical brother.
"You're very rude. Father loved mother very much, you know. Not only that, but he also saved her many times."
"Oh, please. That was not saving that was keeping her close as a pet."
"Why are you so negative about everything?!" Crow threw his hands up in the air with disgust at Raven's tone of voice. "Not just about mom, even about your whole life? Are you sure you're not okay? Are you hiding something from me?"
Raven sighed at her idiotic brother and placed her hand on her hip and the other on her head, slightly rubbing it because of a forming headache.
"I can now completely see why dad stated that you took after mother, while I took after father. You are an idiot. An idiot!"
Crow was silently fuming under Raven's words. Instead, he threw a punch infused with magical energy at his sister. Raven dodged it, a large crater formed on the wall that was behind her.
"Are you a fool?!" Raven screeched.
"Take it back." Crow seethed in anger. His wings shivered, opening up into its full scale. "Take it back!"
"No, this isn't a time for this!"
A powerful gust of wind shot out from his wings when he flapped it vigorously in front of him. The wind picked up around him, causing the large tent to sway back and forth. Even the people outside wondered what was going on inside to cause such a rough shake. They heard explosions and yelling, but no one entered because they thought it was just another test that was going on inside.
Watching the two siblings, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Their bickering gave me a chance to slip out of the tent. My dragon hand changed back into its original form, and I dashed into the thick crowds of the people.
Staying any longer with the destructive siblings was a very bad idea. Not even a couple minutes later, the whole tent collapsed, causing a lot of people to panic. Either way, I slipped away and headed straight towards the castle.
The supposed festival that I thought I would enjoy was quickly dampened, and instead, the home was the safest place to be right now. Coco's warm food, Tart's cheerful laugh, Moca's sweet cup of jasmine tea, the scribbling of Don's pen, and even Philip's mischievous grin was something I unconsciously missed. Holy crap! This is the one time I actually miss the Demon Lord.
Such thought zapped through my mind, completely stunning me. I eventually made it to the castle that opened up its magical doors for me to enter. Out in front of the lobby, Coco gracefully bowed.
"Welcome home, young mistress."
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