The weather is getting colder, even more so in the suburbs of the night, but for the powerful extraordinary knights and dragon descendants, this coldness is obviously nothing.

Ashalina stood quietly on the hills shining by stars. The imperial capital shining by the lights of thousands of families was like a gem inlaid on the Baishui River. In her eyes, there was a brighter brilliance than the stars in the sky. Several winding lights extended from the city, extending under the night to the depths of the dark plain, connecting those more distant lights - roads and railways busy day and night, like arteries, transporting the blood of the empire on this land.

After the topic of Tallond, she and Byron didn't talk for a long time, and let the silence gradually surrounded from all directions. After a while, she heard the familiar and low voice coming from the side: "...I wish they could wait for this day..."

"If they are all alive, then you are probably still the commander of the mercenary who is hiding in the gray area. If you are still a commander of the mercenary, then when the old Cecil was hit by the aberration, Ms. Hetty and Miss Rebecca would not have the power of your combat. Without your combat power, Cecil's last fire will be difficult to survive the disaster. In this way, even if Gowen Cecil is still resurrected, the fate of this land will be completely different as it is today..." Ashalina turned her head and looked at Byron, her eyes flashed with a slight dark red luster in the night. "I know this sounds a bit cold, but the leader, fate is linked."

"...Yes, fate is linked," Byron sighed softly, then looked at Asarena with a strange look, "But you wouldn't say such...sense words before. What impressed me the most about you is bragging with someone in the bucket. If you can't brag, you'll take a knife to fight and continue bragging after the fight--I haven't lost a fight, nor have I lost a fight."

"It is not the style that mature gentlemen should have when they mention these things in front of women - but they are quite in line with your style," Asarena smiled, with a hint of memories in her eyes. "I can't remember this clearly, but it should be my most free and easy day."

"Actually, I've always been curious," Byron couldn't help but look Asharena up and down, "What does the Dragon Seal Witch... do? It sounds like you have a very special identity in the Holy Dragon Principality, and it's not just an envoy for foreign exchanges."

Asharena didn't expect that Byron, a rough guy, would pay attention to this detail. She blinked a little unexpectedly, and then her lips curled up slightly: "Indeed, I am not only an envoy for foreign exchanges, but the 'Dragon Seal Witch' has its own responsibilities - in the Holy Dragon Principality, everyone has such a natural 'responsibility'. Some are born craftsmen, some are born warriors, some are outstanding in memory, and some are born to perceive or understand the knowledge hidden in the Dragon Language Runes...

"These things are engraved in our genetic factors, deep in the soul memory of every dragon descendant. In these 'responsibilities', a considerable number of them are actually useless in this era, but they are still preserved and waiting for the days that come in handy in the future. And this is exactly the meaning of the original existence of the Holy Dragon Principality: We are the 'disaster backup' of Tallond, the seed used to rebuild the dragon civilization after the extinction of the pure blood dragon clan...

"As for my 'Dragon Seal Witch'... my duty is to record and master the magic of dragon language. I am also born to recognize the bloodlines of other dragon descendants, and use the psychic resonance to establish communication with other dragon seal witches in the distance - the dragon seal witch is a bit like the 'catalog' and 'node' of 'disaster backup'. If the dragon civilization collapses, the number of survival of the dragon seal witch directly determines the reconstruction speed and reconstruction limit of the entire civilization."

Byron widened his eyes in surprise. He looked at Asarena saying this with a calm expression, subconsciously frowned: "I didn't expect you to be such an amazing character... Does every dragon descendant know about these things you said?"

"Every dragon descendant? Of course not," Asarena smiled and shook her head, "Only the upper dragon descendants living in Dragon Fort know these 'missions', and they must be adults - most dragon descendants do not know the missions they shoulder. Everyone is just living their familiar ordinary lives on the land they are familiar with. I know that the outside world has always believed that the Holy Dragon Principality is a very mysterious place, but in fact... most dragon descendants have a similar life to you humans."

"Humans will not put themselves in wooden barrels and roll down from the hillside, nor will they fall freely along the steep cliffs," Byron immediately muttered with a strange look, "In your majesty, your dragon descendants' usual lifestyle is too hard-core..."

"Haha..." Asarena was amused by Byron's words, and the pleasant laughter spread far away under the night. After a few seconds, she slowly put away her laughter, let out a soft sigh, "Actually, it's meaningless to say these things now. The development of things did not proceed as scheduled according to the ancient plan. The dragon passed the coming-of-age ceremony, but Tallond was not completely destroyed... The future seems to be better than expected, and the dragon descendants who were originally to serve as "disaster backup" now have the opportunity to choose their own path of survival.

"It is said that His Majesty Baloger is trying to solve the genetic markings on the dragon's descendants. My father is also actively engaged in this matter. I don't care much about it... The natural 'responsibilities' may be a bondage for many dragon's descendants, but on the other hand, it seems nothing wrong with me to have a born talent."

Listening to Asharena's story, Byron did not make any comments - this is a question involving the way of survival of the dragon descendants, and each ethnic group has its own way of living. He could not judge Asharena and her tribes from a human perspective. Keeping silent at this time is the most correct choice.

Asharena was a little surprised by Byron's silence, but soon she smiled and shook her head, putting these aside. The dragon descended from the distance and turned to look at the bare hill behind. The symbolic tombstones and lonely bouquets were silent under the stars. A path extends from the direction of the tombstone to the foot of the mountain. After a long time, she whispered: "What is in this grave?"

"The living people are empty thoughts, and there are two rusty broken swords and a broken eulogy," Byron's voice was low. "In fact, I was buried by several people at the intersection of Celin outside the old Celsius, but in that disaster, the place where they were buried was the main passage for the attack of the distorted body - and with the later Dragon Breath, there was nothing left. I went back later, dug out some things from the ruins, and barely built a tomb here... But His Majesty said that the best way to commemorate the deceased is not the magnificent funeral and coffin, but that someone can remember that they have lived. I think this is right."

"It sounds like you trust your Majesty very much."

"Of course, everyone who has fought side by side with him will trust him, and I especially believe in his judgment when it comes to life and death," Byron said with a smile. "He is experienced."

Ashalina's lips seemed to tremble, but she couldn't see clearly in the night. Then she seemed to change the topic and said: "Old Cecile...I remember my favorite roasted boar legs and honey wine that I had produced there the most back then. By the way, is there still a ruin to this day?"

"Reconstruction has begun - the ruins I mentioned happened a few years ago," Byron nodded. "The place was seriously corrupted by the demon tide. Even after being purified by dragon breath once, the harmful components in the deep soil are still being precipitated, which is not suitable for growing crops. So we do not plan to build towns there. The government affairs department's plan is to treat it as an industrial area and move some of the heavy factories located on the south bank of the Baishui River."

Then he fell silent, feeling the silence in the cold wind of late autumn. Until the night patrol dracos flew past the distant sky, the low buzzing sound from him woke him up from his memories. He glanced at the brightly lit city and said to Asarena: "Go back, it's too late, and you should worry if you don't go back."

Asarena nodded and followed Byron toward the path not far away. When she passed the tomb standing on the hill, she couldn't help but stop and reached out to pat the cold tombstone.

"Let's go."

...

In the central area of ​​the imperial capital, in a large house on Knight Street, bright magic crystal lights illuminate the spacious restaurant. The steaming food was served on the table. Pea sat at the dining table, blinking her big eyes at her father who had just returned home, and Asharena's "sister" beside her father.

Compared with his father who was already gray-haired, the beautiful red-haired lady looked really young, but Pea knew that many, many years ago, the two people who seemed to have a huge age gap were actually comrades who had fought side by side.

"Uh... Aunt Ashalena is having dinner at home tonight." Perhaps it was the embarrassment of her daughter's gaze. Byron couldn't help but grab the messy hair, and made extra explanations a little clumsy, "We just went to the suburbs, so we came back late..."

Before he could finish his words, Asharena, who was beside him, kicked him under the table: "It's not an aunt, it's an sister."

Byron looked at Ashalena in surprise: "No, you have already..."

"It's sister." The Dragon Seal Witch's expressionless face and a firm tone.

Byron lost helplessly: "...Okay, you can do whatever you want, just pea has no objection."

Pea, who was sitting opposite the table, didn't say anything from beginning to end, just opened her eyes to pay attention to the movements of the two "adults" in front of her. She didn't care that her father came back very late today - because it's like this every year today. Her father would go to a hill in the suburbs to visit the uncles and aunts who had fought side by side with him, and on this day, he was always in a good mood...

But today's situation seems a little different. My father's mood after returning home seemed much better than this day in previous years.

Pea, who has grown up, is thinking about it.

Byron, who was so energetic, obviously didn't notice these things. He was in a good mood. The aroma of dinner, the company of his family and the return of his friends who fought side by side in the past made him feel that today was an extremely special day. He glanced at the hot meal on the table, and suddenly remembered something and stood up: "By the way, wait for me for a while, I'll go to the cellar to take out a few bottles of good wine I have collected - Asarena, you must try it, it was brought back from Saint Sunil..."

After the words came, he had already gotten up and walked out of the restaurant. Only the red-haired dragon seal witch and the well-behaved pea were left at the table. Asharena suddenly felt that the atmosphere became strange. This was not the first time she had been with this little girl, but now this kind of "private" occasion is the first time. She hesitated for a moment and finally prepared to speak on her own initiative. However, before she broke the silence, a pleasant mechanical synthesized sound came from the speaker near the pea's spine:

"Sister, are you planning to pick up my dad?"

All the words Asharena hadn't prepared before she could do it, leaving only a stunned expression and a short exclaim: "...ha?"

Pea still had no expression on the other side, and her mouth was not open, but the sound in the speaker began to keep pulling up: "I can see that you are planning to fuck my dad. Maybe you have thought about it for decades. I am very familiar with this kind of plot - men and women who fought side by side many years ago, and they came together many years later. Mr. Philm's script has appeared many times, and the stories told by Sister Jiple and those knight novels hidden by Ms. Hetty... "

Asarena, this high-level dragon descendant who had seen a lot of wind and waves was suddenly panicked this time, and quickly waved his hand and said quickly: "Wait, I'm not, I don't, don't..."

However, her speaking speed was not as good as the speakers directly controlled by the nerve cord, and no one could control the pea that had already spoken. The voice of the little girl Balabala continued to come: "Hey, don't rush to deny it, sister, this is not a bad thing. After all, my dad has been single for so many years...

"But I tell you, you have to come on. It's hard for my dad to have sex. The main reason is that he is slow to react and lacks nerves in this regard. In fact, other ladies are usually interested in my dad. After all, he is a general of the empire and has been single for so long, but after seeing that none of them has succeeded in the past few years, it's okay if he doesn't succeed. My dad doesn't even know...

"If you want to do it, you have to do it more clearly. If it really doesn't work, just talk to him directly. My dad has a very low resistance to this. Don't look at him often bragging about how popular he was when he was young, I've asked Uncle Philip, and there is nothing at all...

"Ah, right, there is another thing you have to pay attention to. If you really want to pick up my dad, you can't let me call you sister. It's better to let me call you aunt. This is easier to level in seniority and make my dad more accepting. Of course, this is actually a small problem. After all, Your Majesty said that when the long-lived race and the short-lived race are together, it's best not to care about age and seniority. Everyone can discuss it. Otherwise, just studying who is who is and who is, you have to make dozens of paper formulas that may not be able to solve...

"By the way, why is my dad so slow to get a drink? He shouldn't have drunk it secretly again... Let me tell you, he often drinks it secretly, because he promised me every time..."

The synthetic sound from the speaker kept ringing, but the pea in front of her still maintained a calm expression of not opening her mouth. Even if she had seen this strange scene a few times, it made Asharena feel a little unbearable. What she couldn't bear was the content of the girl's crackling sound. She only felt her ears buzzing, and the continuous balabala hit her face like an arrow rain. But finally, she still grabbed the short gap in Pea's thinking and waved her hands repeatedly: "Stop and stop - stop, stop, what did you say just now? You said that people usually pursue Byron's slow-responsive wood?"

"Yes, there are so many. Although my dad doesn't know, the middle-aged and elderly women in the imperial capital..."
Chapter completed!