Please.”īoth elf and human rose slowly to their feet with continued looks of awe for the dragon, who was quite literally preening at the attention, flexing his wings and tossing his head in an impressive manner to let his scales catch the afternoon sunlight from the Arboretum above. “Jupit-?” Zylara began before being cut off. He’s not even the dragon king yet, just a hatchling with an ego the size of Jupiter.” “Okay enough of that.” He said out loud to Karsys and Zylara, who were still on the floor with their foreheads pressed to the marble. Yeah, well, don’t expect me to start genuflecting any time soon. You see, Aurelian? This is how dragons are meant to be treated. Unsurprisingly, the dragon was highly approving of their awe. Which was why he stood with his fingers massaging away the promise of an oncoming headache while Zylara and Karsys all but worshipped at Bahamut’s feet. Small nations still stood defiant against them, but they were too far to be of any help in the so-called Elysean Remnant’s struggle against the adherents and their dogmatic legions of so-titled Anointed.Īll of that had culminated in an impatient and more-than-a-little-grumpy Bahamut making his presence known the same moment the three of them had evacuated the Skarnid Sac chamber. He had also learned that the modern Godsworn were called the ‘Grand Ascendancy’ - which was an immediate red flag to anyone from Earth - and had conquered the vast majority of Terra. They had managed to reach a nice equilibrium after that, and he had even extracted from them that they’d been dispatched by the Regent - a man they called Charlemagne of all things - to find the Fallen Star in accordance with the ancient dictates of Lucius Tollarius, the Imperator that had reigned over Elysea during what they called the Fall when the Godsworn had rampaged across everything. He still had hope for the use of his name, and had reinforced that where he came from it was relatively normal to refer to people by their name as a general rule, but the pair had adamantly insisted that doing so was a breach of the highest levels of proper procedure. They’d been leery about ‘Aurelian’, but ‘Reclaimer’ or ‘Lord Nephilim’ had been compromises they’d been willing to make. Aurelian rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly while trying to decide on what to do.įollowing their proclamations of his supposed greatness, Karsys and Zylara had both been desperately eager to make up for what they thought was a grievous lapse in proper protocol when dealing with him, and it had taken every bit of cajoling, convincing, and even a bit of yelling to make them see reason and at least stop referring him as ‘Your Majesty’.
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