The Emperor of the Yanting Empire felt his eyes grow somewhat sore.
This device given by Frostsilver was truly too miraculous.
One needed only to press the tiny buttons with a finger to input text, and it would synchronously display on another identical device.
This way, he could communicate in real time with his ally—who matched him in pride, strength, and beauty.
Far faster and safer than Thousand-Crow Eye’s messenger birds.
He believed his kingly charm had already left a deep impression on Frostsilver.
This device, along with “up to two hours of chatting,” was proof. Perhaps she could even become his queen.
Thinking thus, the Emperor of the Yanting Empire raised his head with a smile.
Overlooking the harmonious banquet below—cheerful voices and laughter, everyone fully relaxed.
This was what a monarch should be.
Only with the monarch’s approval could the people below be happy.
The monarch’s thunderous might, merely drawn but not released, was enough to make them grateful.
Even the renowned dragon-slaying warrior Richard was no exception.
On his own soil, was he not still at his mercy?
Thinking thus, the Emperor of the Yanting Empire leaned back against his chair, intending to rest his eyes.
He spotted Aurina joyfully dancing in the dance pool—the daughter of the Dread Dragon—and narrowed his eyes, feeling a faint nausea.
She would fall into his hands, and the first thing he would do to her would be to stuff her into excrement and rub her vigorously.
Only that could slightly lessen the sins committed against him by her father—that vile and lewd monster.
Thinking of the Dread Dragon’s defilement, the Emperor of the Yanting Empire couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.
He lost his appetite entirely.
He raised his hand and crooked a finger.
A servant immediately brought a copper basin filled with water and a towel, carefully washing the Emperor’s arms and neck.
The device vibrated.
Frostsilver’s avatar appeared on the screen—a simple sketch of a unicorn dragon head.
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire immediately pulled out his still-unwashed hand, held it to his ear, and answered: “Is that you, Frostsilver?”
This thing, called a “palm-sized instant arcane communication device machine”—abbreviated as a phone—according to Frostsilver, was the work of the arcane master serving her family, Frostfluff Yari.
Contrary to the warmth expressed in text communication, an icy and impatient voice came from the other side:
“Hurry and send the Light of Destruction—that big bald one—over. I have important matters to discuss with him. Quickly.”
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire found it odd but thought it was some form of shyness.
Only in text did Frostsilver show the respect and affection due to him as emperor.
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire said: “Very well.”
He directly summoned the Light of Destruction. After several minutes, the red-faced and slightly tipsy Light of Destruction approached.
At the banquet, there were many nobles of his level—this was one of the main sources of tension for the holy warriors.
“Your Majesty, what is your command?”
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire did not hand the phone to the Light of Destruction; he gripped it tightly.
But the other side had already hung up. He looked at the screen and asked: “Last time, that evil dragon used a fire poker to smash your head?”
“That was a steel rod forged from fine steel.”
An image appeared on the phone screen, sent by Frostsilver.
On a steel rod over half a meter long, three bald head outlines were miraculously arranged—including nose, mouth, chin, and other features.
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire showed the phone: “Is this the one?”
“Wow, what kind of magic is this?”
“Do not answer a question with a question.”
“Yes, that’s it.”
Frostsilver sent a message: “Don’t you find it strange?”
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire repeated it aloud.
“Strange?”
The Light of Destruction scratched his bald head and looked at the screen a few more times: “Oh, nothing strange. Facing the evil dragon’s despicable and powerful strike, my head held up. After all, I am the Light of Destruction.”
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire typed his words and sent the message.
Frostsilver:
“Fool, has your brain been smashed? Think a little—this poker is so short; it couldn’t possibly imprint your head’s outline. Moreover, a steel rod striking the head with force actually imprints the head’s outline, including the chin. Even someone born intellectually impaired would know that even if magic could imprint the outline, the rod couldn’t be removed—because the top is larger than the bottom!”
The Light of Destruction snorted coldly: “This person is truly rude. I demand a duel with her. So lacking in common sense—she knows nothing of how steel can deform.”
“Enough. You may go.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor of the Yanting Empire typed the Light of Destruction’s reply into text and sent it to Frostsilver.
Then he put the matter of the poker behind him and began chatting directly with Frostsilver.
Outside the imperial capital’s walls, on a floating disc.
The disc hovered, trailing a floating rope that emitted golden light.
It drifted toward the city wall and merged into it.
The floating disc was as large as a carriage, with Frostsilver and several subordinates standing atop it.
Frostsilver the unicorn tossed the phone to a muscular man beside her:
“That emperor is rutting like a pig again. Deal with him for me.”
The muscular man had a knife scar across his face that plowed his lip upward. He caught the phone and said: “As you command, Countess.”
Soon, a polite and proper message was sent to the Emperor of the Yanting Empire, greatly pleasing his mood.
Frostsilver the unicorn stared at the poker in her hand, lost in thought.
It came from Larrifa Manor.
No one thought anything odd about it, but the curious Frostsilver had taken a liking to it at first glance.
Initially, she thought it was some strange insect craftsmanship, but driven by curiosity, she finally uncovered the truth.
This was actually Aurina’s temporary weapon.
“Strange, too strange. Yet everyone else thinks it’s perfectly normal.”
Frostsilver the unicorn gazed at it and murmured: “The power of thinking?”
Suddenly, a complex feeling surged in her heart. That was her brother’s ability.
Some dragons were born with a miraculous power—as long as they tapped into their inner strength, they could easily influence others and the world around them.
She had not a trace of it, while her brother was the opposite—overflowing with that power.
Just by grinning foolishly, he could stand out among dragons and make everyone grin foolishly too.
If he wished, he could fall from a mountain peak unharmed, simply because he believed he would land safely in a shallow puddle.
While she could only gasp for breath in his shadow, being an unnoticed little transparent figure, ignored by all.
This was an ability she could never obtain, no matter how hard she tried.
Frostsilver the unicorn gripped the poker tightly, her hands trembling.
The bastard her brother sired with some promiscuous butterfly actually inherited such powerful thinking power.
Unfair—this world is not fair at all.
The poker in her hand shook; the three bald head outlines were so clear.
In anger, Frostsilver the unicorn flung it forcefully.
Her limbs uncoordinated, the poker veered and smashed into the head of the muscular man beside her, causing him to cry out in pain.
“You, continue setting up the barrier.”
Frostsilver commanded another mage, waving her hand and vanishing into twisted blue light.
The next moment, she appeared in her bedroom aboard the great ship.
She strode quickly to the laboratory.
There stood a three-meter-tall iron golem.
A specially made iron golem—with an iron bed below and rune-inscribed iron chains above that could bind a person securely.
It had only one arm—an immensely powerful single arm.
“Brother.”
Frostsilver said: “I will use this to pull out one of your bastard’s horns as well.”
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