Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 347 - 221 You Come Be the Principal Part 2

Chapter 347: Chapter 221 You Come Be the Principal Part 2

Of course, the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with Wayne, who had already climbed to a high position, as he finally gained a certain privilege after attaining this status.

Audience with the Holy Dragon

Years ago, he had already fantasized about this, but only today did he have the rightful qualification to behold the dragon’s visage.

The Holy Dragon

Is recognized by all as the most morally noble and sanctified Giant Dragon in the world, for there has never been a Dragon Lord who so deeply cared for the Wisdom Race before him, and there might never be another after him.

Even Wayne, filled with darkness in his heart and without much hope for the future, held the Holy Dragon in great esteem. It was the being he most yearned to meet during his childhood.

Of course, now was no different. But unlike his childhood, he could finally fulfill this long-held wish.

"Mr. Wayne, please come this way!"

Surpassing the giant-guarded checkpoint and crossing the sea of flowers fluttered over by fairies, Wayne arrived at the peak of the Elidis Mountain Range, the residence of the Holy Dragon.

Enormous magical doors over a hundred meters high and grand structures that pierced the clouds, allowing only the clouds to circle them, gave Wayne the feeling that he was stepping into a domain of a giant god.

Once truly inside, within the vast open space described as expansive, the multi-colored Rune Spirit Light made Wayne feel an urge to reveal his True Body and run freely within.

However, following the Dragon Fairy leading him, Wayne suppressed this impulse, passing through magnificent palaces built as if for the Divine, the young man stood before the Divine Palace that seemed like a sacred mountain.

This was a Dragon Palace, and on the eaves, walls, and floors of the palace, dragon statues forged from rare materials lay coiled, reclined, or seated, so lifelike they seemed alive.

As Wayne approached, he noticed that some statues actually turned their heads to look at him, their eye colors shimmering with bright Spirit Light, as if assessing him.

"Gargoyles? Or special Magic Statues?"

Feeling these tangible gazes, Wayne’s heart tightened, speculating on the nature of these dragon statues. If he couldn’t identify the materials of these statues, he would have suspected them to be True Dragons under some curse.

"How were these made?"

Such stray thoughts were instantly suppressed when the grand door of the Dragon Palace opened, for a gaze pierced through the portal inscribed with numerous runes, landing on him.

"Come in!"

Wayne had already seen the Golden Giant Dragon coiled deep within the temple. Although its demeanor was lazy and casual, the majesty and nobility exuded by its sprawling form were suffocating.

"So this is what a Legendary Dragon Clan is like!"

Feeling the pervasive Dragon Power in the air occupying every inch of space, Wayne, finally able to meet the Holy Dragon, had this thought arise in his mind.

He had encountered Ancient Dragons and witnessed the unleashed form of true Legendary Dragon Clan, but even so, he could confidently proclaim that the Holy Dragon was the strongest dragon clan he had ever encountered in his lifetime.

While making this determination, Wayne also stepped forward into the palace seemingly built for an Ancient God. Golden brilliance filled every corner of his vision, and the Dragon Fairies attending the Holy Dragon gradually turned their gaze toward him.

However, as he stepped inside, the young man’s attention was instantly drawn to an object in the temple, not by the Holy Dragon, but by an old man.

An old man with grey hair, slightly hunched over, maintaining a cross-legged posture, but encased in an amber-like crystal, his eyes shut tightly, appearing as if asleep.

Yet even so, this old man, clad in simple robes with no excess adornments on his person, emanated a kind of majesty and grandeur that made one want to kneel and worship him.

"This is?"

Upon seeing this old man, endless thoughts surged in Wayne’s mind, stemming from the connection of their bloodline. It gave him a guess, though he dared not confirm it.

"He is called Tidel, and while the name might sound unfamiliar to you, he has another identity that you might find more recognizable, the first Monarch of the Atlas Kingdom, and also your grandfather."

Noah’s gentle voice sounded; he had actually long wanted to meet this young man, given they had never truly faced each other before.

Still, Noah felt it wasn’t the right time and didn’t want to seem too deliberate since this young man was overly cautious.

Thus, Noah waited nearly four years, gradually elevating him to meet face-to-face with him naturally. Yet just now, on a whim, Noah brought out the young man’s grandfather to place before him.

"Tidel, Grandfather?!"

Before meeting the Holy Dragon, Wayne had numerous ideas and even imagined what topics he might discuss with the Holy Dragon.

After all, he was still young, with a burning passion in his heart, thus harboring some immature ideas that he felt were impossible in the past.

But on the Holy Dragon’s land, many impossibilities became reality, so he wished to express all these ideas and have a conversation with the Holy Dragon.

However, all these thoughts were shattered when he saw his grandfather laid before him. At that moment, Wayne had no thoughts, his mind only silent.

The first King of Atlas, the founder, and Pioneer of the Kingdom, who would be unaware that, in his youth, he once attended the inaugural ceremony of this King’s ascendancy.

Though at the time, just a mere commoner, he could only roam around Royal Capital Usser without seeing the King’s face, it was nevertheless one of his happiest memories.

Back then, Wayne had high expectations and fondness for this first King, even a bit of admiration, which lasted until he suddenly learned that this first King was his grandfather.

On the day he learned of his true identity, Wayne lost all fondness for the Augustus family or for those two Kings. Even if they were very competent as Kings, enacting many beneficial laws for the common people, it could no longer garner any positive appraisal from Wayne.

After all, he was a forsaken child; the two Monarchs of Atlas could embrace all living beings in their eyes and care for their well-being, yet they could not accept a child tainted by Hell.

Was becoming a Tifflin his choice? He had no choice in the matter, it wasn’t out of his own volition. Why should he be treated like this?

Anger, resentment, feeling that his birth was a product of the world’s malice and the injustice of fate are emotions and sentiments possessed by almost all Tifflins.

Wayne was no exception, yet most of the time, he could suppress these negative emotions, finding them useless. But now, he didn’t want to suppress them anymore.

"Don’t you have anything to say?"

Seeing the young man silent for so long beneath the throne, Noah curiously asked.

Years ago, he hadn’t finished observing the situation—today he still wanted to sneak another look. He truly wanted to know how this young man would react upon discovering his true identity.

Of course, the intention to help him recognize his kin was indeed there. The lad could forgo the Augustus surname, yet some identities were better acknowledged.

Because, to be fair, the only one who owed Wayne anything was his father, Uranos, and no one else really wronged him.

"I don’t know what there is for me to say."

After Noah’s query, Wayne was silent for a moment before speaking,

"If I must say something, I only want to ask: do I stand here today because of the Augustus bloodline in me?"

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