Chapter 500: Chapter 357: Father and Son
The heavy clouds hung like a lead-gray curtain, weighing heavily over the ring-shaped crater.
The cold, fine rain seemed endless, continuously falling from the gloomy sky, tapping against the wet land.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by the powerful flaps of wings, the blood-red-scaled Red Dragon Gorsas swooped low and circled in the sky above the crater.
The dense raindrops rolled off his sleek and menacing blood-colored scales, splashing into tiny water droplets upon the ground.
However, this period of fruitless search made the Red Dragon’s already irritable expression gradually grow darker and more oppressive than the clouds shrouding the crater.
A few dozen seconds passed, and it seemed his patience was running out.
Gorsas suddenly folded his massive wings, his heavy body engulfed by the sound of wind as he landed in a relatively open area at the bottom of the crater, mud splattering from beneath his claws.
The Iron Dragon Letitia followed closely, cautiously landing a hundred meters away from the Red Dragon.
The rain also slid off her metallic scales, her posture filled with vigilance.
"Letitia, tell me......"
Gorsas slowly turned, lowering his colossal head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the Iron Dragon.
"Why can’t I find any sign of the mad fire’s existence?"
His tone was unusually calm, as calm as the sea before a storm, yet it set off warning bells in Letitia’s heart, as if facing an erupting volcano, feeling the dangerous tremor beneath her feet.
Perhaps it was because the trip had been fruitless, ending in emptiness.
Perhaps it was just because of the vexing rainy weather, or his naturally unpredictable mood swings.
In any case, the aura Gorsas emitted suggested he was on the verge of madness.
"I don’t know."
Letitia’s voice rang out, trying her best to maintain a calm, unflustered tone: "I have never witnessed the mad fire rekindling here with my own eyes, I only told you the rumors I’ve heard."
Gorsas started moving.
His enormous body, over twenty-six meters long, inched closer to the Iron Dragon, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Since there is news that it came from here, how could there be no trace of it at all?"
Under the oppressive gaze of the Red Dragon, the Iron Dragon slowly moved backward, maintaining a safe distance.
"As I said, it might just be a rumor spread by a group of adventurers..."
Her words were abruptly cut off by Gorsas’ sudden roar.
"Shut up!"
The Red Dragon’s voice instantly drowned out the howling wind and rain, his expression shifting from calmness to fierce savagery, the flames in his eyes seeming ready to burst forth.
"Letitia! Was it you?!"
"Did you secretly take the mad fire that should be mine?! Did you hide it away?!"
The Iron Dragon Letitia’s body tensed like a drawn bowstring, her heart steeled, realizing the other’s emotions were highly unstable.
Maintaining a facade of composure, she replied: "I have no interest in the mad fire, Gorsas. In all the wildlands, you’re probably the only one who treasures such a dangerous and twisted thing."
The Red Dragon Gorsas fell into a brief silence, his massive head tilting slightly, as if deep in thought.
A few seconds later, the anger on his face receded like a tide, replaced by gentle expression.
"Be good, my dear Letitia."
"I know, maybe you did it for my own good, fearing that the mad fire would harm me, or perhaps for some other reason I do not understand, you hid the mad fire."
"But look."
His voice became even gentler, though beneath this gentleness lurked a chilling threat: "I’ve already wasted quite a bit of time here because of this, and my patience is limited."
"Don’t disappoint me, bring out the mad fire."
"Now, immediately."
This unpredictable demeanor made Letitia feel even more creeped out.
The wariness in the Iron Dragon’s eyes deepened as she repeated: "For the last time, I don’t have the mad fire."
"Gorsas, what you’re fixated on is merely your own illusion."
Upon hearing this, the gentleness on Gorsas’ face quickly vanished, being replaced inch by inch with somberness, irritation, and fury.
He began to lash his massive tail impatiently, the tip carving deep furrows into the wet ground like a ploughshare, sending clumps of earth and stones flying.
"Letitia! Do you take me for a fool that can be easily deceived?!"
Gorsas let out a suppressed growl, the sound rolling like thunder: "People fear me, they call me the Mad King! The Mad King! The Tyrant! But never the Fool King!"
"No rumor is ever without its source, conjured out of thin air!"
His sharp gaze pinned onto the Iron Dragon like a blade: "Since rumors of the mad fire rekindling from the crater have spread, there must be evidence of its existence!"
"Yet I find no trace of it at all!"
Saying this, Gorsas’ pupils narrowed into thin lines, and he suddenly sped up his speech.
"Now, there are only two possible truths before me—"
"Either there truly is mad fire here, and you, my dear Letitia, hid it away, keeping it from me!"
"Or, it was you! Letitia! Deliberately releasing false news to lure me here, plotting against me!"
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