The Villain's Story Chapter [644] Worries.

Chapter 644: [644] Worries.

"It seems to me you had fun."

Lanesha's voice echoed out in the grand hall, she was seated at her throne, which was apparently glowing now.

Azmakul kneeled before her, close. He did not raise his head as he waited for her to continue.

"Filling his head with those things will cause it to malfunction."

She never looked down at her loyal subject, her caretaker. Her gaze was still directed at the empty abyss above her, her castle was so grand the ceiling couldn't be seen by normal means. "I believe it will be a good experience. And a good lesson."

Azmakul spoke, his body did not move, neither did the weird mask on his mask, yet his voice resounded from all directions. Every crevice in this forgotten place.

"Haha."

Lanesha let out a chuckle, finally lowering her head, she put her chin on her hands, and stared straight at Azmakul.

"You are excited, why?"

"... I did not know."

"No, you did. Elaborate."

"I do not know why, my queen."

"Never would I have thought you would be...like this."

Lanesha sighed, changing the topic.

"Disregarding the speech you so eloquently gave, why did you think a confrontation was necessary? He could have gotten hurt."

"It was not my intention, my queen. The prince jumped to conclusions, I simply took that as a chance to gauge his capabilities."

Azmakul answered. It was his first time meeting such a 'unique' cohort, and even he thought that he performed excellently. If not for the drop of ichor, that is...

"..."

Lanesha didn't know what to say, she couldn't exactly blame Azmakul at all. He did have the justification for his actions. Destroying the Arctic t.i.tan may have been too much, but the presence of the drop of ichor garnered it.

One could say his only fault was leaving Alan's team in the cold, defenseless... but then again, why would he care for them?

Alan had simply made a decision based on what he saw, and did quite a good job at handling it. Bringing the conflict as close to Lanesha as possible was good, but he kept it a distance, to confirm his suspicions.

'Well, he did good, regardless.'

She thought, turning her head upwards once more. She closed her diamond like eyes, robbing their beauty from the world, albeit for only a short while.

"Why was it that dragon, my queen?"

Azmakul asked, his tone turning a bit odd, it could be seen as disrespect, but Lanesha saw it as

concern.

"What do you mean?"

"Suleras, the supreme of chaos. Why bring a ruined household to this?"

"Ruined? I a.s.sure you he alone can be a match for a house. I don't think any dragon besides mother in s.h.i.+valkulan can handle him... except for Valus, I suppose."

Azmakul stood up, and raised his voice.

"That is not the issue here, my queen. Suleras, out of all? Your personal affairs are not one I have the right to interfere in, but to have a child with the blood of the ruined household? May I remind you what happened?"

Her expression turned sour, Azmakul was about to continue, but she stopped him.

"You need not..."

"..."

Azmakul kneeled once more, but his tone was still the same.

"Why does the prince have no safeguarding measures? Disregarding his physical protection, there is nothing to guard his mind, and nothing to protect his soul. His mind is fragile, and his soul is delicate."

"He possesses the blood of that household, if Suleras truly is his guardian dragon as well. What would you have done had something happened? The prince wouldn't even be able to last a second against the corruption."

"He does not need it."

"He absolutely does, I know you are not so cold-hearted to leave your own son to the same fate as the family of his father? Or was this his idea?"

Lanesha simply couldn't give an answer back, she knew doing so would only make things worse.

"No protection at all! And may I ask where he got the bloodline of one of them? Those traitors?"

Azmakul, was unrelenting. Pointing out everything Lanesha did wrong, She had to hear his complaints for a good while before he finally stopped. Looking at him once more, she said.

"It was a gift from his father... Suleras gave him that bloodline."

Azmakul's eyes narrowed, the bone like masked acted like skin.

""

He sighed, and asked.

"I shall borrow some treasures, for the protection of his soul and mind. We simply cannot risk

it."

Lanesha sighed.

"The mental protection... just get him that. Make it so he doesn't know it's there, if he does, The will grow to rely on it."

"And of the soul?"

"Not necessary, I shall personally deal with whatever issue may arise."

She lied, she knew she wouldn't have to step in at all. It was a little ironic in her mind... Azmakul was oblivious to the fact that any treasure that could protect Alan's soul would be

useless.

'The natural defenses' already present there would render any attack to his soul useless...and the attacker would be the one in danger.

"And what about against the forbidden language?"

"'...'

Now, she knew there would be no compromise, She could make the dragon in front of her change some things... but this would definitely not be one of them.

Azmakul, would never let this go.

She remained silent, which only made Azmakul continue the conversation himself.

"It ruined even a primordial, even if he is Suleras's son, I believe that some measures should

be taken care of. Since his useless father isn't taking it upon himself."

"That is my husband you are talking about, you know?"

"It's precisely because I know." "..."

She relented, taking a deep sigh.

"Alright, do whatever you want, but don't fill his head with things like that. Let him do...

What was what the people of Earth say? Ah, let him do his own stuff, Alright?"

Though Azmakul struggled to understand the expression at first, he got the gist of it and

stood up.

"I would like fate to decide what path he ta-"

Though he wanted to discuss a few more things, Azmakul 'booked it' the moment Laneshafrёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

said fate. Alan wasn't alone, it seemed.

"..."

Lanesha silently stared up once more.

"It's already time for it to show up? I've stayed here for too long..."