There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!
Chapter 161: Not Fated, Never Destined (7)

Chapter 161: Not Fated, Never Destined (7)

Xerxes didn’t expect that he will vocally say those words after so many years and while his soul is waning.

That he loved Mori. That headstrong bearer was originally held captive but managed to take down dozens of adult dragons who tried to mate with him. The same bearer who made him betray his only brother and the entire race that they rule. The reason why he didn’t feel any bit of regret despite what they did.

With the pain intensifying, he smiled at the young man who almost looked like him. A strong and free child with almost infinite potential.

The decision that they made 20 years ago was worth it.

He didn’t regret sacrificing himself just to protect the then-pregnant Mori because now, he got a chance to meet face-to-face with a promising young man.

"I-," he struggled once again to say the answer to Xagrien’s question but the bite of the Oath of the Soul latched harder than before, making him groan in extreme pain.

"You don’t have to say anything. If my mother decided to keep it from me then he must have a great reason to do that," says the young man with a tone showing a hint of reluctance.

Xerxes directly looked at the seemingly inexpressive purple eyes. There, he saw compassion meekly hiding behind it.

’As stubborn and compassionate as the mother and as talented and ruthless as the father.’

Xerxes could never deny that this young man is related to him.

"You are such a good son," the adult dragon uttered as he found his knees flatly hitting the ground.

The pain was getting too insufferable for him that even in his body which was made of the fragment of his soul and the dark magic arts lost their ability to stand.

’Even a great dragon was to suffer the consequences if they tried to cheat on the laws of the world, huh?’

Xerxes could only say in his head.

Xagrien, on the other hand, doesn’t know how he could help. He may be seen as unfeeling outwardly but deep inside, his worries are starting to churn the corner of his heart.

The young moon elf’s eyes concealed complicated emotions that he didn’t dare to speak. Questions that he found hard to ask.

’You say you love my mother. Are you my...’ Xagrien clenched his jaw. Despite his restraint over himself, he can’t help but whisper that question inside his head.

If he is, then what should he do?

If he isn’t, then what should he do?

Truthfully speaking, he never envisioned that he would meet his father in this life so it never occurred to him when he would question someone if they were his other parent.

He’s stuck in between choices if he should unveil the truth or not in this depressing situation.

’What should I do, Luis?’ Xagrien uttered internally, wishing that he could hear the voice of his bearer to clear his mind.

He sighed and it somehow made him remember the time he confessed his feelings.

Right, he should be upfront with his concerns to clear any confusion. It doesn’t matter what kind he sounded, he should just focus on attaining peace of mind by facing the truth.

Xagrien sat on his legs in front of Xerxes, he tried touching the other’s hand to console but his palm only hit the air.

Although hurting, the adult dragon shot a questioning look at the movements of the young man.

"Are you my father?" Xagrien’s question rocked the pain-filled mind of Xerxes. It caught him off guard but it somehow made him sober.

Like the sky clearing after a storm, a smile bloomed on Xerxes’ face. However, that smile contains a little gloominess left by torrential rain.

’How I wish...’ he uttered in his head. A sense of loss slightly crept into the weakened dragon’s heart. He doesn’t mind if he

"You can consider me as yours if you need one," Xerxes answered vaguely.

Since he stopped attempting to violate the oath that he made with Mori, the pain subsided but this didn’t make the heaviness of his entirety disappear.

Xagrien creased his forehead after hearing this answer.

"You are..." he tried to clarify the response only to stop upon seeing the faint movement of the Blizzard Dragon’s head.

Xagrien understood it as a confirmation he is not his biological father but he is a figure that is close to him.

"You are dumped by my mother then," Xagrien concluded. This man testified that he truly loved his mother and yet they are not mates.

"Please spare this disappearing man from the painful slap of reality," the dragon gentleman humored.

The time is flowing despite his reluctance.

There are a lot of things that needed to be said in his limited time.

Xerxes raised his head and faced the young man in front of him.

"Xagrien, my mana is slowly dissipating and it won’t be long until I finally disappear. So let me say a few reminders while I... still have the chance," Xerxes said.

It came as a surprise to him that he still hesitated in implying his death even though he already accepted his fate.

Xagrien silently replied with his obeisance. Probably this is the only way for him to help this man. After all, death is not something he could stop with just his will.

"Do your best not to appear in front of the Dragon Lord. He has this strong sense of blood of his race. Just feeling your presence will automatically find out about your existence," the Blizzard Dragon with a meaningful gleam in his eyes.

"While I think meeting the Dragon Lord is in the far future, I will still promise that I will try my best to avoid him when that time comes," Xagrien replied. Xerxes’s stare towards him reveals that this is a very important matter for him.

Hence his assuring response.

"You can never tell. Anything may happen since you are with the Moon Elf Lord," The man with long velvety silver hair said, this time his voice sounded a little lower than before.

His mana is slipping as seconds pass by.

It was bad news for him.

Xerxes closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind to condition himself. His weakness is slowly creeping in his entirety and he fears that because of this, he will miss important details.

"Build up your mana pool and study magic. You shouldn’t deny that part of you. Magic is your strong suit as a part of the dragon race. If you want to stay beside your Moon Elf Lord, you need to be able to use every weapon in your arsenal."

Xagrien could hear Xerxes’ slight aversion to addressing the moon elf lord. Despite that, it is obvious that the other is hopeless since he is firm in choosing the moon elf lord.

He didn’t reply. This matter is already included in his priorities.

Xerxes, on the other hand, didn’t mind the lack of response and he instead opened his mouth to speak of his last warning to this man.

"Third, know that since you are with the moon elf lord, never expect him to stay the same. They are lords of this world, they will live longer than us so their feelings will change over time. Don’t let yourself be hurt just like someone whom I know well."

"No one is fated to be with a lord." Xerxes strongly declared in conclusion.

He is speaking based on his experience. Because he experienced first-hand how the lord that he used to know turned into someone stranger to him.

Their long life, power and their pursuit of more power changed them for the worst.

They are willing to throw anyone just for the sake of attaining the legendary symbols called Sigils.

Xagrien’s expression turned dark. It was obvious that out of the other warnings of Xerxes, this is the only thing that he doesn’t like.

It doesn’t take a genius to understand what the Blizzard Dragon implies.

He clenched his fist in apprehension.

"My bearer is not-" He hotly rebutted but it was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"I am hurriedly running after you because I am afraid that something dangerous is happening but it turns out that someone is talking shit about me behind my back. I wonder if I should regret racking my brain to help that tree spirit," The nasally yet confident voice of a bearer reverberated inside the enclosed space.

It echoed through the light blue walls and ground.

Xagrien’s heart jolted. The speaker might sound weird since he spoke as if he is using his nose, but for Xagrien, it is a very lovely sound. "My Moon Elf Lord..."

He turned around and saw Luis pinching his reddened nose.

"Are you alright?" Xagrien’s immediate question. He stood up and watched as Luis approached him in steady steps.

"I am okay. Don’t worry, Daddy. It’s just a nosebleed."

"How did you..." Xerxes, who is in an already weakened state, felt a newfound strength in him to express his disbelief towards the nonchalant Moon Elf Lord.

He simply cannot believe that someone could activate the transportation circle.

For a high-tiered magic circle that doesn’t have Mythril framework and mechanisms, it is required for the caster to have at least five mana circles around their heart.

From his low angle, he scanned the entirety of the moon elf lord and he could feel that the mana the bearer possessed is minuscule.

"Don’t look too surprised. I am the moon elf lord so of course I have my ways of busting private places." Luis waived his right hand revealing his pinkish palm. "I used the blessed hands of a skilled sucker."

"What?" Xerxes’ confusion is written clearly on his face. How come this Moon Elf Lord spoke in a language that he could understand yet he can’t comprehend anything?

Just trying to understand the words of the moon elf lord made him feel like his mana is quickly evaporating.