The Villain's Story

Chapter 657: [657] The training a dragon can give.



Whilst Alan was out in the middle of the frozen desert, reducing it to utter waste as he rained down meteors on a pillar, the other's in the jade palace were struggling.

Azmakul was brutal with his words, and with his gaze, he was cruel. Before any training could begin at all, he picked up Kazikato and Alexander, and threw them away somewhere in the

palace. Being especially harsh on Alexander.

"You don't need training."

It was the logical call, Kazikato was a dragon that was especially skilled, even more than Alan, the only flaw in his character being his lethargy. He was a genius on Ezra's level, but the dragon was often too tired to care or try.

That could be ignored, A dragon grows with age, and because of prior experiences, Azmakul wanted to give the son of the deceased supreme of death some reprieve. He already senses the blessing Ariel had given to the young dragon, trusting her to be in charge of his safety.

The same went for Alan as well, He was still a son of Shivalkulan, but Azmakul wouldn't let him off for the simple reason that he was excited. He had served as Lanesha's caretaker after his service, he couldn't exactly enforce his beliefs on the youngest daughter of his creator... Now, could he? If he was harsh on her, Ariel would have a word of him.

The youngest in any family typically garnered the most care, and even in the family of a primordial dragon, this held true. Kazikato's youth shielded him, but Alan was not afforded such grace. He would be molded.

Alexander, on the other hand was not his responsibility, he already had a being who had embarked on the same path he was going to set foot on, Alexander had Festul, who would teach him about all the things that he needed to know. The best teacher for him was already there, sitting on his shoulders most of the time.

Well, Maxwell was also exempt from the training... but for other reasons from the two.

That left Edward, Emma, Alice, Sabrina, and Olivia. Olivia herself wasn't interested in training a lot, but sadly, she couldn't escape from this using her connections. Being Oliver's granddaughter would help her with Arken, but not the dragon in front of her.

Edward and Olivia floated up, unable to control their bodies and separated from the rest. "Melee combatants, separated."

Alice was also treated the same, flung away to a far corner, Azmakul didn't have any interest in her. She showed no ability for combat, and if he was being honest, Alchemy was always a field he had no interest in, despite his long life.

Though, even in a field he had no interest in, he had still done some research on the topic, nothing significant by his standards. But then again, the standards being mentioned were those of an ancient dragon.

"I haven't used this spell in a long time..."

Azmakul sighed, exerting some effort in a summoning spell, two beings manifested themselves out of a thin air, having quite peculiar experiences.

One was a knight in blue, cold armor. The helmet of the knight looked eerily similar to the mask Azmakul wore, but instead of bone it was cold iron, he didn't have any weapons on him, but his height alone made them cower. The knight's limbs weren't connected to his body through flesh, however...but strings of mana.

Why were they meeting so many tall humanoids? It was really doing a number on them. The other was a small...goblin. One that had blue skin, spectacles far too large for its small eyes and head, and a unique experience. His hair, originally white as dirty as a rag, and in some places, burnt. He had a variety of artifacts on his body, as small as it was.

The knight stood in front of Olivia and Edward, and the goblin in front of Alice. They didn't dare move without permission, unlike the rest, they weren't being held down by an oppressive force.

"Your task is to defeat him, And Guld, teach the girl alchemy."

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The goblin saluted, saying something in a language foreign to the others, Azmakul gave him

a look, and he quickly meddled with one of the artifacts on his body and spoke again.

"It shall be done, my liege!"

Though a bit raspy, and irregular, his words could be understood by everyone in the courtyard. The knight simply nodded, and gave an Edward and Olivia a deep look.

Azmakul raised his fingers and transported the little goblin by the name of Guld and Alice to a secluded, empty room in the Jade Palace. They were gone in an instant.

Edward and Olivia, on the other hand, were physically dragged by the knight to some place far away, and pretty soon, their screams could be heard, accompanied by explosions.

Azmakul appeared in front of Emma, and stood there for a while. It was nothing but uncomfortable for Emma, to have the dragon just look at her in silence for what seemed like an eternity to her.

"To be frank, I am clueless."

The dragon said, stroking his chin. He continued with a somber tone.

"Though I have killed those of your clan, and many other God beasts, I didn't really think of ways to replicate their techniques... All I needed to do was find a weakness..."

He continued muttering to himself, in a voice low enough that Emma couldn't hear, and if she was being serious, she didn't want to hear whatever he was muttering at all.

"... You can rest, for now."

'Until I can procure something for you.'

Azmakul continued in his head, and walked over to Sabrina, this time, he didn't waste much time idly standing in front of her. The glow in his eyes increased for a bit, whilst Sabrina was still thinking about the two beings he had summoned.

'Both were spirits... The night was definitely an advanced spirit.'

She was unable to judge the level of the goblin, no matter how much she tried. If she had to guess, it was probably above the knight, but it wasn't a combat related spirit like her own cat. Nonetheless, an advanced spirit was still something impressive... for her.

She was sure it was nothing for this dragon, but advanced spirits were usually in the S-SSS ranks, a few special ones could be lower, but that knight definitely wasn't.

"You and I... need to have a talk."

She barely heard him speak before a wave of nausea hit her, suppressing the urge to vomit, she looked around and found herself, along with the dragon, in one of the balconies of the castle, far, far away from the courtyard.

She could move, no longer bound by any oppressive force. But, she had to admit.

She would much rather prefer that than to wait in anticipation, and fear. The dragon that brought her here was looking at the river in the sky, far from her. Yet felt ever so close.

'... Why am I scared?'

Surely, he wouldn't do anything to her... right?