Renan, after getting permission from Ruston, was now walking toward his parents’ room, his mind filled with thoughts.
’I’m pretty sure Mother would definitely be surprised that I got permission to go outside, especially with the way she was acting when I asked her in the training ground,’ he thought. A small smirk formed on his lips as he imagined her reaction. He finally reached their room and, without bothering to knock, opened the door.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes landed on Gracen, who was standing by the window, gazing outside with a nervous look in his eyes and sweat rolling down his neck. Namari, on the other hand, was standing beside the bed, adjusting her clothes. When she noticed Renan entering, she flinched slightly before looking at him with a bit of nervousness in her eyes.
"Ohh, Renan, what are you here for? Is there something you need?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of unease. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hands were still fixing the folds of her robe.
Renan, who took in the scene before him, immediately had one thought in his mind, ’I think I’m interrupting their sweet time.’
His eyes darted between the two of them as an awkward silence briefly filled the room. However, he wisely decided not to comment on it out loud. He didn’t want to make things more uncomfortable for them or himself, so he acted as if he hadn’t noticed anything strange.
"Ohh, nothing, Mother. I just came here to tell you and Father that I got permission from Grandpa to go out," he said, choosing his words carefully to break the awkward tension in the room. And just as he expected, it worked.
"WHAT?!" They both exclaimed at the same time, their voices filled with disbelief.
Gracen, who had been standing still by the window, immediately turned around to face him, his expression filled with surprise. Namari, too, had an equally shocked look on her face as she quickly walked up to Renan.
"How is that possible?! Father would never have allowed it, no matter what!" Namari said, staring at Renan in shock.
"Maybe he’s lying to us so he can sneak out," Gracen said, narrowing his eyes.
Namari nodded in agreement, her expression turning suspicious as she crossed her arms. Both of them stared at Renan intently, as if trying to see through any possible deception.
Renan sighed at their immediate doubt. "Mother, Father, I’m not lying," he said, raising his hands slightly in front of him as if to defend himself. "Grandpa didn’t allow it at first, but after Grandma convinced him by giving me a dragon scroll, he agreed to let me go out for two years." He made sure to explain everything quickly and concisely.
Their expressions changed again as soon as they heard the words dragon scroll.
They turned to look at each other, both seeming equally taken aback by what they had just heard.
"Were there not only a few dragon scrolls left?" Namari asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.
Gracen nodded, deep in thought. "Indeed. If I remember correctly, there were only about five left… Three made from the Dragon Progenitor and the other two made from the Father-in-law," he said.
Renan, who had been listening intently, became even more confused. He tilted his head slightly before asking, "Father, what is this dragon scroll that made Grandpa change his mind so easily? Even now, both of you seem so surprised by it. Can you please explain to me what it actually is?"
Namari, hearing Renan’s question, turned to him. "Ohh, did Mother not explain it to you?" she asked, surprised.
Renan shook his head. "No, she didn’t."
Namari sighed and nodded. "Oh, well, I guess I can explain it to you," she said.
"Dragon scrolls are a treasure of dragon race and they are made using the heart of a dragon. Specifically, the heart of an adult dragon or one of a higher rank. A teenage dragon’s heart isn’t strong enough, so it must be an adult dragon or above," she explained carefully.
Renan’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait… So you’re telling me dragons are killed to make the scrolls?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Of course not," Namari quickly replied, shaking her head. "Why would we kill our own species for that? These scrolls are only created using the hearts of dragons who have died in war or through other means. We don’t take the hearts of living dragons," she clarified.
Renan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. "Ohh, I see," he said, but then another thought crossed his mind. "But didn’t Father just say there are only five scrolls left? If many dragons died in war, then why are there only five scrolls remaining?" he asked curiously.
Namari nodded as if expecting this question. "Indeed, many dragons perished in the war, but during those times, we didn’t have the opportunity to retrieve the bodies of our fallen kin and By the time we returned to retrieve them from those battlefields, monsters had already devoured them, leaving nothing behind. Since dragon hearts are extremely beneficial for monsters, they always target them first," she explained, disappointment evident in her voice.
Renan frowned. "I see… That’s unfortunate," he muttered before looking back at her. "But what exactly does the dragon scroll do, Mother?" he asked, still not completely understanding why it was so valuable.
Namari smiled slightly. "A dragon scroll has the ability to store the strongest attack of any individual within it. It can then be used in an emergency situation," she said.
Renan’s eyes widened in pure astonishment. "Wait… So you’re telling me that those dragon scrolls can contain Grandpa’s strongest attack?" he asked, wanting to make sure he had heard correctly.
Namari nodded, confirming his assumption.
"Amazing…" Renan whispered in disbelief.
"Indeed," Namari said, her lips curling into a small smile. "But as I said before, there are only five left, so we need to be extremely careful when using them. Once they’re gone, they’re gone for good."
Renan nodded, fully understanding the importance of what he had been given. His mind was already racing with the possibilities. If he had a dragon scroll that contained one of Grandpa’s strongest attacks, then that meant…
"So whose attacks are stored in the five remaining scrolls?" he asked eagerly, though deep down, he already had a strong feeling about who they belonged to.
Namari didn’t hesitate before answering. "In two of them, your Grandpa’s strongest attack is stored.
And in the other three…" she paused for a moment, looking directly into Renan’s eyes.
"They contain the strongest attacks of the Dragon Progenitor," she said.
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Renan’s breath hitched as he processed that information. His entire body tensed at the sheer weight of what he had just learned.
"The Dragon Progenitor…" he repeated under his breath.