Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 506: What does the Flying Man say we do?

Chapter 506: What does the Flying Man say we do?

“So I come here.

To offer Flying Man… a place.”

“A place?”

Kael narrowed his eyes.

“Yes.”

Gruumak nodded.

“Leave Velmourns.

Come to us.

Join Stonefangs.

Live.”

The Stonefang Chief spoke those simple words and… silence followed after.

The kind of silence that pressed every sound down—the faint drip of melting ice, the rumble of the Rauk far behind them, even their breathing seemed to slow.

And this was especially true for Freyal.

The moment the Velmourn translator heard Gruumak’s words, he froze. He couldn’t even translate them for Kael, leaving the job to Zakaar, and he himself…

His heart pounded in his chest so hard he could almost hear it. His hands began to shake in anxiety and nervousness, but for now, he hid them under his cloak and…

And he looked at Kael.

The man who had become more than a name for the Velmourns.

The man who had saved their people when… no one else could.

Different images flashed through Freyal’s mind.

Lord Kael hovering above the walls when the Stonefangs attacked, shielding hundreds of them alone.

Lord Kael uncovering the corrupted Provisioners who had been stealing food from the starving.

Lord Kael distributing those Divine Rations—the food that now kept more than a quarter of the Velmourn population alive.

Lord Kael…

He wasn’t just a savior, he had… already become something far beyond that.

He was the pillar holding their home together, the one holding the fragile roof of the Velmourns’ survival on his shoulders. Some Velmourns truly believed that he was the god who had descended just to help them out of crisis.

If he left—

If he joined the Stonefangs—

The Velmourns would… fall apart, especially those who saw him like a god and followed him frantically—they would… lose themselves the instant they heard the news.

Freyal swallowed hard when he imagined that sight, feeling his throat dry up. He couldn’t even bring himself to breathe properly. His eyes darted between Gruumak and Kael, desperate for Kael’s answer, praying he would say no.

But…

The more he thought about it, the more that prayer faltered.

Gruumak’s offer wasn’t just survival—it was… acceptance.

It made clear that the Stonefangs wanted Kael, that their chief trusted and deeply respected him.

As for the Velmourns…

It just wasn’t the same.

First, Lord Kael wasn’t even a Velmourn to begin with. He wasn’t born in Heights, he didn’t share their blood, their traditions, or their pride.

He shared no roots with them.

He was… an outsider.

And the worst part?

The Velmourns did not leave the chance to let him know that.

Freyal wasn’t blind; he had seen it.

He had seen Elder Draksis’s twisted, half-burned hand.

He had seen the wall of the Iron Council Hall—the hole burned clean through the stone by Lord Igni’s flames. The Council had covered it up, told the people it was an accident, but everyone who was close enough knew.

When it came to Kael…

There had always been… certain tensions, conflicts, and even… fear.

The way the Council, or the people close to the Council members, spoke of Kael—especially Elder Draksis, who had been talking to many nonstop…

It was clear that… the Iron Council feared Lord Kael’s strength, and that fear was… growing even now.

From Lord Kael’s perspective, it shouldn’t even be a difficult decision. On one side, there were people that wanted him, people that respected and accepted him, and on the other, there were people he had done so much for, but who still treated him like an outsider.

So if… Lord Kael did decide to leave—

Would it really be so wrong?

Freyal’s chest tightened painfully. He wanted to deny that thought, but… he couldn’t.

Gruumak’s offer made too much sense; he couldn’t see any faults in it.

And then—

As if the gods themselves wanted to break what was left of his composure—Gruumak spoke again.

“You can also bring Magic Girl,”

He said.

“I know Flying Man love her.”

Freyal’s stomach twisted at those words. Once again, he couldn’t translate, and Zakaar didn’t give him the chance either.

The Stonefangs weren’t stupid; they were cutting right into Kael’s heart, removing the last reason he had to refuse.

If Kael accepted their offer, he could go, he could take Lavinia, live safely, rule a tribe that would worship him instead of doubt him.

He basically had no reason not to leave.

And when Freyal realized it, his breathing grew faster.

He took a tiny step forward before catching himself. His mind screamed at him to do something—say something, to stop this before it happened.

But…

What could he even do?

He was just a translator.

He had no right to speak, no authority to plead.

Even if he made some promises or said some words that might stop Lord Kael from leaving, would his words even have an effect? What would the promises of a mere translator do?

But Freyal quickly shook his head, pushing that thought out of his mind. This wasn’t the time for this; he needed to act, and he needed to act quickly.

If he couldn’t do something, he needed to find someone who could, and very quickly, a name appeared in his head.

The Matriarch.

If Matriarch Morvain were here, she could talk him out of it.

She could make him stay.

But she wasn’t here.

And Lord Kael… he was still silent.

The longer that silence lasted, the harder it was for Freyal to breathe. The Matriarch had given him a communication crystal just in case the Stonefangs attacked them, and while that hadn’t happened, he believed he still needed to use it.

His fingers twitched, moving to take out the communication crystal from his Sanctuary, but before he could—

“So you want me to leave the Velmourns, correct?”

Kael’s low, but firm voice was heard, and in an instant, Freyal froze again.

Did he make his decision!? Already!?

What did he decide?

Was he going to leave them?

What was going to happen to the Velmourns now?

How were they going to survive?

All these questions appeared in his head, overwhelming him. Just a simple question from Kael instantly raised Freyal’s already high opinion of him by a few hundredfold.

He couldn’t even imagine the Velmourns surviving without this man now.

Freyal quickly turned toward Kael, observing his expression so keenly as if he wanted to know his answer before he even said anything, but Kael’s face…

It did not reflect anything.

There was no anger, no shock, just… a constant calm that seemed like it would never be disturbed by anything.

Then, Kael’s eyes turned, looking right at Freyal. The Velmourn translator froze, but as Kael’s eyes remained on him, he felt the weight of an order—an order he could not ignore.

Translate.

Kael wanted him to translate his question so the Stonefang could understand, and Freyal… he did not want to.

Every cell in his body screamed to stay silent.

He thought of twisting his words, pretending to misunderstand—but Zakaar was standing right there.

One wrong word, and Zakaar would correct him, and if that happened, he would lose Kael’s trust completely.

So, with trembling lips, Freyal obeyed.

He translated Kael’s words faithfully, and Gruumak… he nodded quietly.

“Yes.”

Then, another silence followed.

Even now, Kael didn’t show anything on his face, but his thoughts… they had begun racing.

This wasn’t a simple decision, even for him; there were just too many things he needed to consider, so he needed a few moments of silence to think it all through.

But this little time that Kael was taking… it was hell for Freyal.

The Velmourn translator’s mind ran wild.

Please… please don’t leave.

He wanted to shout it out loud.

But he didn’t. He… couldn’t.

And then, finally, Kael drew in a quiet breath and lifted his head, ready with his decision.

“I cannot abandon the Velmourns.”

Freyal’s knees almost gave out as relief washed through him so suddenly that he had to take a step back to steady himself. His lungs let out the breath they had been holding the entire time, causing him to heave a big sigh of relief.

As for the Stonefangs…

Gruumak did not need Zakaar to translate it for him; he could understand Kael’s answer from Freyal’s reaction, and the Stonefang Chief…

He did not move for a while. His sharp eyes stayed on Kael’s face, as if he was searching for the reason he was rejected. And Kael didn’t look away either; he continued staring at Gruumak, and the air between the two felt… heavier.

“Why not join?”

After a minute-long silence, Gruumak asked directly.

And Kael… he answered honestly out of the respect he held for the man in front of him.

“I have reason to believe you and the other tribes are being used. Even if you defeat the Velmourns and manage to wipe them out, the situation at Heights will not change.

The tribes will still kill each other and scavenge to survive, and the vicious cycle will repeat itself.”

“Then what does the Flying Man say we do?”

Gruumak asked a strange question, something that Kael did not expect, and as if he understood that from his expression, Gruumak asked further.

“Stormcallers being fooled, I think.

But what do we do?

What does Flying Man say?”

And now, all the doubts Kael had disappeared in an instant—

The Stonefang Chief…

He wasn’t here to recruit him…

He…

He came here for advice.

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