Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 127 - 111 Will You Miss Me?_2

Chapter 127: Chapter 111 Will You Miss Me?_2

When Selena publicly announced the conquest plan for the Dark Territory to the entire realm, it immediately caused a sensation. Not only did the entire Knight Order directly under Augustus request to join the battle, but numerous noble vassals also actively applied to join the Underground Expeditionary Army.

Even the much larger groups of adventurers were fiercely competing for the exploration missions released by the Augustus family, even though these were essentially suicidal tasks.

But who could complain about the generosity of the Augustus family? It’s well known that the Duchess has always been lavish with rewards, and even an Earl with real power in the fiefdoms can be awarded a title if they achieve merit.

In wars like these, which have the potential to change one’s fate and that of one’s family, who wouldn’t fight desperately? Even knowing that the casualty rate would be high, does it really matter? Until the scythe of Death itself falls upon their heads, no one believes it will be them.

For Selena, who is leading this war, she knows that even if the war achieves its goal, much of the foundation the Augustus family has accumulated since their rise will be nearly exhausted.

However, she can no longer endure the powerlessness she felt when Casius was lost, so she must exhaust every means, at any cost, to establish the Mage City in the shortest possible time.

As long as she can create this magical wonder, inspired by Golden Dragon City, she would have a greater assurance of quickly advancing to become a Legendary Mage and an Elemental Dominator.

If not, and Casius were lost again and failed to return, the destruction of the Augustus family would render all family heritage and accumulation meaningless; these were always meant to be exhausted at critical moments.

"You are not allowed to participate!"

This was Noah’s stern response to his Cloud Giants who attempted to enlist in the war.

Even though there are over five hundred Cloud Giants in his domain, mustering just two hundred combat-ready adult Cloud Giants is impossible, as the majority are elderly, weak, sick, or disabled.

Noah couldn’t bear to send the Cloud Giants underground, where the death toll is unknown. Besides, asking Cloud Giants, who love life among the high mountains and clouds, to fight underground is absurd, sparking ideas from those brainless fools.

"Dragon Daddy, Elisium City is so quiet today!"

The little girl sitting on the wall, swinging her white, delicate feet, observed the city below, which had quieted down significantly, and remarked.

"That’s because the expedition has already started. The Valley of Flames should be bustling at the moment."

Noah responded lazily. Ever since his adoptive father returned, he had become increasingly idle, spending most of his time basking in the sun while flipping through the Book of Magic, utterly at ease.

"Grandmother Sister also went. I wonder when she will come back?"

Ten-year-old Gwendolin, like a small adult, was full of worry and a bit of reluctance.

"What’s wrong? Do you want to have lessons? Don’t worry, she will return soon enough."

Looking at Gwen, who was almost grown up, Noah teased with a half-smile,

"If you’re in a hurry, I can offer you some remedial lessons now."

"Dragon Daddy, this war is likely to last for years, isn’t it?"

Gwendolin, now with the maturity and grace of a young lady, did not respond to the Gold Dragon’s teasing but instead quietly asked.

"Perhaps, but certainly not within a few months’ time."

Noah couldn’t predict his adoptive mother’s ambition and plans, but it was clear this was a war that couldn’t possibly end in the short term.

"For you, a few years is just a brief moment, right?"

The little girl tilted her head and asked the Giant Dragon, who was immeasurably older than her.

"Of course not; how old do you think I am? A few years is quite a long time for me too."

Noah immediately denied.

"But you don’t feel it’s long. Even if Grandmother Sister is leaving for a few years, you just think of it as a brief moment."

Gwendolin didn’t agree with Dragon Daddy and used his own words against him.

"Little Gwen, what’s bothering you?"

Noah sensed something was off; today, the little one seemed particularly troubled, not because of the ongoing war but something else.

"Dragon Daddy, if I have to leave the family and go somewhere else, only to return after several years, will you miss me?"

Gwendolin’s voice was very light and small, but Noah heard it clearly. The lazy demeanor vanished, and the Gold Dragon turned his head. His slit pupils widened, reflecting the lonely and melancholic figure of the little girl.

"Where are you going?"

"Grandmother Sister wants me to go to Starlit Tower for studies."

"Well, do you want to go?"

Even Noah couldn’t decide what answer he hoped to hear.

"I do."

The little girl’s voice was firm, prompting the Gold Dragon to slowly lay down his head, returning to his usual laziness.

"If you want to go, then go. I will miss you."

"Grandmother Sister said the quickest way for spellcasters to improve is through competition and exchange with other spellcasters, to inspire more ideas and gain more growth."

The little girl reached out, pulling the tip of the dragon’s tail into her arms and rubbing her smooth cheek against the dragon scales as she softly explained.

"Mm!"

Noah responded softly.

"I actually don’t want to leave, but Grandmother Sister said if I stay here, even she can at most teach me to break through to Extreme Intent.

Becoming a Legend is almost impossible, so I must leave, go to the Tower Sanctuary, and learn from enough spellcasters to master broader and more comprehensive knowledge."

As she watched the Gold Dragon’s reaction, the little girl adjusted her position, climbing up a bit, just like in her childhood, lying on the dragon’s tail, holding it tightly,

"I also want to stay like this, always hugging Dragon Daddy’s tail, but I want to hold it longer. If it’s only a few hundred years, the thought makes me unwilling. I want to keep holding on."

"The Tower Sanctuary is indeed the best place for a spellcaster to grow. You should go there; staying here would waste your talent."

More words came from Noah.

"Mmhmm, Grandmother Sister said that once I find my legendary path, it doesn’t matter where I am. Once I enter the Tower, I will find my path as soon as possible."

"You’re just like..."

Noah paused because he couldn’t quite find the words.

"Like what?"

"You’ve memorized every word that Aunt said and made them your operating principle."

"Because it’s the right thing to do."

"But you don’t need to repeat everything she’s already said."

The Gold Dragon couldn’t help but be a little frustrated.

He’s somewhat regretful now, not contending with his aunt for any say in Little Gwen’s education. Had he succeeded, would every word the little one spoke now at each lecture start with "Dragon Daddy says"?

It’s soothing just to think about it.

Unfortunately, not only in the past, but even now, he’s no match for his adoptive mother.

No choice, can’t beat her.

"When do you plan to go to Starlit Tower?"

"I should grow a bit more."

"Not now?"

"Of course not; Grandmother Sister says I’m still too weak, and if I go now, I might get bullied."

"Too weak?"

Noah’s tone turned a bit odd. Little Gwen might only be ten years old now, but according to human ranking, she is at the Silver Spirit level and, with more effort, likely to become a Golden Mage before turning an adult.

Reach that level and go to Starlit Tower, and even there in that Mage Holy Land, she’d be considered a genius. Count the same-age peers who could surpass this little one; they’re rare.

"Why does it feel a bit off, huh? Is Aunt truly unable to teach anymore? Or does she have ulterior motives to show off a clever homebred kid to rivals or friends in the Tower?

Perhaps it’s just a sudden thought, but Noah’s speculation was not groundless.

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