The Villain's Story

Chapter 635: [636] Great General(6)



Azmakul was stunned, if he was being honest. He hadn't expected the prince to still have that much desire to beat him.

He thought his previous display was enough to thwart the ambitions of the young dragon before him, but it seems that was not the case.

'You need to brush your teeth, young prince.'

Though, if he was being honest, he didn't expect to be met with a dragon's breath at such a close range. Most dragons used it as a long range attack.

'Nevertheless, amazing display of power.'

Still being bombarded by the dragon's breath, Azmakul was busy understanding the power Alan had just showed, the last attack was superb, in his eyes.

Not only had he used a form of magic he never saw any dragon use, but he also used it to a good advantage. Using the gravity field to restrict his movements would have been a bad call. Had Alan done that, Azmakul would have had a lesser impression of the dragon. In the eyes of the great general, the young prince was outstanding if they were taking his battle prowess into account.

The final attack was truly something, even Azmakul didn't expect Alan to be using his main attack as a diversion, and aiming for his eyes was a good choice too.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Ah, it stopped.]

The dragon breath stopped, and Azmakul stared at the dragon above him, still trying to retrieve the spear that was lodged in his eye. Azmakul didn't let him do that though.

'I recognize one of them...'

Although he had no idea what the name of the spear that Alan used first was, he did have an idea about the one lodged in his eye.

'Gáe Bolg, right? The one that was split into two.'

How did his prince get the other part? That was a mystery on its own. Nonetheless, Azmakul had seen enough, and wanted to end things now and begin a proper introduction.

But Alan had other plans. To Azmakul's slight shock, Alan had given up on retrieving Gáe Bolg and jumped back, sliding on the bridge. Azmakul felt the gravity field disperse... and to his surprise, the prince pulled back all the mana in his body, concentrating it towards his dragon heart.

'Now why would you do that...?'

And in a moment, he realized why, Right now, he was truly surprised as he saw a familiar power emerge and coalesce into the prince's claws.

'Aura...in a dragon? Impossible.'

At first, he doubted his eyes. Had his long age finally gotten to him like the other Ancient Dragons? Was he hallucinating?

But he was not, he truly felt the power of aura, a power exclusive to their enemies emerge from his dear prince, the son of his queen.

'... Now, how is that possible?'

As the prince started to run at him, Azmakul was still stunned, looking at the bright power radiating from Alan. In that short amount of time, the prince closed the distance and began to slash at Azmakul.

An invisible shield made his attacks useless, but Azmakul was surprised to see his shield eventually crack, with each attack Alan made, spatial rifts were created that displaced the mana he put in his shield, weakening it.

'...'

Azmakul dodged five claw like bursts of energy that rushed towards him, each a spatial rift on their own. And jumped back, Alan pursued him, using almost all of his aura in the short amount of time he had it active.

Yet, even that didn't do much to Azmakul, he knew his reserves of aura were almost finished, and knew he had to do something much more significant.

His eyes caught sight of Gáe Bolg, still stuck in Azmakul's eye, and he jumped forward, focused all of his aura on his leg and kicked the butt of the spear, hoping to push it deeper inside the bastard.

But it still didn't budge an inch. Out of all odds, he decided to release another dragon's breath and go back to using mana, just as he was about to unleash one, an invisible force grabbed him and closed his mouth shut.

He tried to teleport to get out of this predicament, but failed to do so. His teleportation was interrupted.

He tried using full dragon transformation, but failed to do even that. The mana of the Draconian in front him invaded his body and kept his mana at bay. He was rendered helpless.

A voice rang in his mind.

[Calm down, young prince. I understand using everything at your disposal to defeat your foes and being determined, but you take things way too far! Though it isn't a bad quality, please have some mercy on my old bones.]

The voice belonged to an elderly individual that hadn't kicked the bucket that was so ready for him.

[Not that you have calmed down your fighting spirit, I guess introductions are in order. I wanted a good, peaceful one but that has gone down the drain...]

He heard a sigh escape the fearsome mask, one so cold it sent shivers down his spine. That mask seemed to move and make expressions like it was actual skin, not bone.

'Creepy.'

[I am Azmakul, I suppose you may have heard of me from her highness.]

Alan knew who it was, he had known it for a while, he just continued to keep fighting, thinking that maybe this entire charade was part of a trial.

The trial said to get Azmakul's approval, not defeat him like the third part of it. He knew he wouldn't be able to defeat Azmakul at all.

He simply tried everything at his disposal to get the approval, hoping it would be enough.

[The Great General of Frost, The Former Supreme of Frost, and from now on, your mentor for all the things you need to know about your lineage, and matters relating to Dragons! It is quite an honor for me, and you as well.]

'He sure likes to boast.'

Alan got that feeling from the dragon in front of him. He seemed like the one to be happy about his titles and whatnot...

'Agh!'

He was dropped down, whatever force was keeping him suspended in the air disappeared, and he let out a helpless whelp as he fell on his butt. The damn bridge hurt!

'What kind of materials are you made out of...'

He cursed the construct that damaged his fine butt so much. He wondered what would have happened if he fell face-first into it... it would probably wreck his face.

[Now, Will you tell me how you were able to use aura?]

The dragon waited for him to answer, Alan dismissed his Draconian form and massaged his

ass for a while, and gave an answer.

"I was able to use it when..."

Now that he thought about, it was hard to explain the circumstances of his aura awakening. How would he explain being tortured, his dragon heart being ripped out from his chest and used to fuel the ambitions and nefarious intentions of a mad human scientist who was thought to be dead, but was actually nurturing an army of giants with severe genetic defects on a planet that Agri, The supreme of fire burnt down...

"..."

[Go on.]

Once he thought about it, it was kind of hard to explain it. He was sweating just thinking about it all. It was very hard, close to impossible for Alan to sweat even in a normal environment, and in this cold planet, it should be impossible...

As reluctant as he was, he began to explain in detail how he awakened aura, so that Azmakul wouldn't think he was lying. He would be surprised if all he got was Azmakul thinking he was

bat-shit crazy.

[...]

'Ahh, disbelief, as expected.'

He tried to make it as detailed as possible too... He couldn't see behind the mask, but he was

pretty sure Azmakul was making an incredulous expression.

'But he should be able to tell that I am telling the truth...'

Dragon eyes would tell him that Alan was telling the truth... It was just up to Azmakul to

believe it.

[Wow, you actually perceive your own words as the truth... That is a surprise.]

'Huh?'

Suddenly, Azmakul put the tip of his finger on his forehead, and said.

[Children are known to exaggerate things, it would be better to check for myself...]

Alan didn't quite know what Azmakul was trying to do, he didn't feel anything happening to him, no usage of mana, or any other energies. Azmakul's left eye glowed, Alan just realized

Gáe Bolg was still stuck in his eye.

'Is he okay?'

The spear was embedded pretty deep into the eye, he wondered if [Laceration] had activated like he wanted too, from the looks of it, it didn't seem to have worked. Thankfully. Nonetheless, whilst Azmakul was busy with whatever he was going to do, Alan grabbed the tip of the spear and tried to pull it out, but still failed. Even trying to put it in the inventory

was not working at all.

'...Now that is going to be a problem.'