Chapter 64 He is a big boy

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Even Maena was mused seeing Lorryll. He wasn't the type to show such petty behaviour, but now he was going all out on a young man because of the drake. She could tell it was hurting his pride as the drake didn't choose him. Maena, standing a short distance away with her retina, showed no signs of faltering. She observed the display with her characteristic cool detachment, her black-silver hair gleaming in the fading sunlight. If anything, a faint smirk played at the corner of her lips, as though she found the entire scene mildly amusing. Lorryll narrowed his eyes, directing the full force of his aura at Jolthar. The energy, wild and untamed, surged like a raging beast, seeking to crush the man who dared defy him. Yet Jolthar remained still, his expression unyielding. The storm of aura whipped around him, but it might as well have been a summer breeze for all the effect it had. His calm demeanour only seemed to stir Lorryll's fury further. Jolthar was using his voidwrath to block all the aura, which was trying to suppress him and it was reason why the aura had no effect on him. "You truly think you can stand against me?" Lorryll growled, his voice laced with venom. His sword gleamed in the fading light, the blade vibrating faintly as it resonated with his aura. He raised it slightly, the tension in the air growing to a fever pitch. "Your strength doesn't scare me," Jolthar said, his voice steady. His words cut through the cacophony like a blade of their own, carrying a weight that matched Lorryll's fury. For a moment, silence hung heavy at the gates. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next. The knights, still reeling from Lorryll's outburst, looked on with wide eyes, unsure whether they should intervene or flee. The drake shifted slightly, a low rumble escaping its throat, but it didn't move from Jolthar's side. Its golden eyes glinted, watching Lorryll intently as though ready to defend its new master. Her words carried an unspoken challenge, and for a moment, it seemed Lorryll might direct his fury at her instead. Then, to everyone's surprise, a woman's voice cut through the heated exchange. "Lorryll," she said, stepping forward to place a hand on his arm. "Enough." Liliana, Lorryll's wife, stepped forward from the crowd. Her presence was calm and commanding, her gaze fixed on her husband. "The drake isn't a threat anymore. Look at it." Maena chuckled softly. "Perhaps not. But it's clear you're not as ordinary as he likes to think." Jolthar said nothing, his thoughts turning inward. The drake beside him let out a low rumble, nudging his shoulder with its massive head. He reached up to place a hand on its snout, his touch surprisingly gentle. Elowen, who had been observing from the shadows, stepped forward at last. Her eyes swept over the scene, taking in the broken gates, the subdued knights, and the calm drake. "The drake is yours now," she said, her voice cool and measured. "Take it back to the pit and see to its care. Once that's done, report to me." Jolthar nodded, his gaze steady. "Understood." As he turned to lead the drake away, Elowen and Maena exchanged a look. "The kid is full of surprises," Maena murmured. Elowen's lips curved into a faint smile. "Yes. Just like his mother." "So, what's with Lorryll?" Maena sighed as she turned to Elowen. "Lorryll has changed," Elowen said quietly. "Yeah, I can see that," Maena replied, her voice low. "And not for the better." Elowen sighed, her expression unreadable. "He is leaving the estate." Maena shot her a look of disbelief and asked her, "What? Why?" Elowen didn't answer immediately. Her gaze shifted to Jolthar, who was now stroking the drake's head, his movements surprisingly gentle for someone with such a hardened exterior. "He wants to live elsewhere," Elowen said at last. "He wants to have his own home, so he says."

Chapter 64 He is a big boy

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