Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 522: We need to inform them first.
Chapter 522: We need to inform them first.
After one of the longest-running Council Meetings in the last few decades, the Elders of the Iron Council finally walked out with exhausted looks on their faces.
And…
The only one left inside was…
The Matriarch.
She, just like the rest of the Elders, was exhausted as well, but unlike them, she couldn’t leave.
After all, she still had to… meet him.
And just as she thought about telling someone to call Kael, he walked in, surprising her for a moment. Soon, however, she recalled who this person was and how many times he had done the same thing in the past and just shook her head.
In the end—
“You are here.”
The Matriarch spoke as she looked up the moment the door opened, and a… small, controlled smile—the kind of smile that belonged to someone who seemed… too exhausted after carrying all the responsibilities on her shoulders.
Kael paused just inside the doorway. Snow still clung to the edge of his boots. He had removed his cloak, but the cold had followed him anyway, hiding in his hair, in the sharpness of his breath and… in the faint stiffness of his shoulders.
The Matriarch didn’t rise, she didn’t have to. Kael too gave a small, wry smile and nodded.
“I am.”
Morvain studied him for a heartbeat longer than would be considered polite. Then her gaze shifted, not to his face, but to the space just behind him—like she expected someone else to walk in, but—
“She isn’t here.”
Kael spoke, knowing exactly who she was looking for.
“I am surprised she let you come meet me alone.”
Morvain raised her eyebrows, surprised.
“You aren’t going to eat me.”
Kael laughed softly and Morvain—
“She certainly thinks so.”
She laughed as well.
Kael didn’t say anything, he could already sense the tension in the room, the tension between Morvain and Lavinia, but he didn’t wish to comment on that right now.
After all, there were far more… concerning matters to deal with.
“The Elders talked about you after you left,”
Suddenly, Morvain commented. Kael’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it became stiller, and at that reaction, Morvain’s smile twitched and a soft chuckle slipped out of her mouth.
“Of course, you must already know that.”
Kael didn’t say anything.
Morvain shook her head as if she had expected nothing else.
“Yes,”
She murmured, half to herself.
“I should stop thinking I can catch you off guard.”
Once again, the room turned silent.
It wasn’t… awkward. Not in the way strangers were awkward. Awkward in the way two people were awkward when they both knew too much—when saying the truth out loud would make it real in a way neither wanted.
Morvain’s fingers tapped once on the arm of her chair. She opened her mouth as if to say something else.
Then she closed it again.
Kael watched her. He understood there was something she wanted to say, but he didn’t press. He just stared at her with a calm but… hard gaze. After all, he had no intention of comforting this woman, not her—it would be… too disrespectful.
Morvain would be able to take care of herself on her own.
Seconds passed just like that.
Morvain’s eyes lowered. Her smile faded. For a moment, she looked older than when the meeting had begun and finally—
Kael broke the silence.
“Have the rules been established?”
He asked.
Morvain blinked once, as if the question pulled her back into motion. She then straightened slightly.
“They have,”
She said.
“We finished them.”
Kael nodded.
Morvain’s gaze drifted to the table beside her. A stack of pages rested there, neat and aligned. The ink was still fresh.
“But,”
The Matriarch added quietly.
Kael didn’t ask. He waited.
Morvain exhaled through her nose—almost a sigh, almost not.
“I said it before,”
She murmured.
“Making rules isn’t a problem. Implementing them is.”
Kael remained still.
Morvain continued in a steady voice.
“Even if Velmourns agree,”
She said,
“The Stonefangs might not. Or they might… in words. And then forget the moment blood rises in their heads.”
Kael’s head tilted slightly.
“Are the rules fair?”
He asked.
Morvain’s brows lifted at that—just a fraction, like she hadn’t expected that to be his first concern.
Then she nodded.
“Yes,”
She said.
“They are.”
She reached to the stack of pages and slid the top one forward without handing it to him yet. Her hand hovered above it, fingers spread lightly, like she was holding the paper down so it wouldn’t run away.
“No part of it mentions ’Velmourn’ or ’Stonefang’,”
She said.
“Not once.
Not in privileges.
Not in restrictions.
Not in punishment.”
Kael’s gaze dropped to the page.
Morvain’s voice sharpened slightly.
“The rules are the same for every person behind the Wall,”
She said.
“Same rights. Same limits. Same punishment.
That will never change.”
Kael looked back up.
Morvain met his eyes.
“And I gave my word,”
She added.
“I will not go back on it. I will do my best,”
She said. “For the sake of Velmourns.”
Kael nodded with a heavy look on his face.
Morvain’s gaze flickered away for a moment—toward the window, staring at the dark, nightly sky.
“But,”
She said again, and this time the word sounded heavier, like it carried regret.
“The time we had was too little,”
Morvain admitted.
“We did what we could. We covered food distribution. Housing. Work duties. Curfew. Weapons. Fighting. Theft. Assault. We covered trade and movement. We even covered the smaller things that become large when people are angry.”
She swallowed.
“But there will be situations we didn’t think of,”
She said.
“There will be gaps. There will be moments where both sides will look at the rules and say… ’This doesn’t fit what happened.’”
Kael nodded once.
“Mistakes can happen,”
He said.
Morvain’s eyes narrowed slightly, like she was trying to read whether he truly meant it, or whether he was simply being polite.
Kael continued before she could decide.
“This isn’t the final draft,”
He said.
“It will change.”
Morvain’s shoulders loosened a little, as if feeling… relieved.
It felt quite strange how the words of a… child younger than her son affected her mood.
Kael’s voice remained calm.
“We will polish it with time,”
He said.
“Until the Velmourns and Stonefangs are united.”
Morvain blinked.
Her eyebrows rose slowly at that one word.
“United…?”
She repeated.
It wasn’t disbelief that made her say it. It was the sheer weight of what it meant.
She leaned back slightly, eyes fixed on Kael’s face, searching.
“The Stonefangs and Velmourn,”
She murmured.
“Two sides that have been enemies for… generations.
To… *unite* them in such a short time…”
She didn’t say it was impossible. She didn’t say it wouldn’t happen. But… the doubt was there, sitting between them like a third person.
Kael’s mouth curved into that same wry smile again.
He understood her.
He understood because he felt it too.
Even he knew it was unlikely.
But that didn’t matter.
Not anymore.
Not when everything depended on this working successfully.
“We don’t have the luxury of what is likely,”
He said quietly.
“Only what is needed.”
Morvain stared at him for a long moment.
Then she let out a soft, breathy sound that almost counted as a laugh.
“You always speak like you’re already walking on tomorrow,”
She muttered.
“Especially now…
Ever since you returned from the Shrouded Wilds.”
Kael didn’t answer.
Morvain’s gaze softened a little; she tilted her head slightly.
“So,”
She said, her tone lighter on purpose, as if she was trying to break the weight with a thin knife of humor,
“What do we do next?”
At those words, Kael just stared at her, as if waiting for her to tell him that, and Morvain—
She smiled in amusement.
“Don’t look at me like that,”
She said. “You already know, don’t you?”
Her gaze lifted again, intentionally, like she was pointing without pointing.
“After all, your ’eyes’ watched the meeting play out even after you left,”
She said in a… practiced casual voice.
“You know every argument. Every fear. Every insult they swallowed before they dared speak it.”
Again, Kael didn’t say anything.
Yes, his Ants obviously saw the meeting. If he wanted, he could have every detail regarding it, but…
But he truly did not know what was discussed; he didn’t bother asking.
He… trusted Morvain.
Morvain clicked her tongue, not liking his silent reaction, so in the end—
“Rules are prepared,”
She spoke as her smile faded again as she tapped the papers once.
“And the people have been informed,”
She added.
“They are to gather at the square early in the morning.”
Kael’s gaze sharpened at those words.
“All of them?”
He asked.
Morvain nodded.
“Every single one,”
She said.
“Mandatory.”
Kael inhaled slowly.
“So we address the people in the morning,”
He said.
Morvain nodded again.
“Before you bring the Stonefangs,”
She said.
There was a pause.
The air in the room felt colder.
Morvain’s eyes lowered, her voice quieter when she spoke again.
“We need to inform them first,”
She said, and the words carried more than meaning.
They carried… dread.
Because she didn’t mean just “inform.”
She… she meant face them.
She meant stand in front of ten thousand Velmourns and tell them that the enemy tribe would walk through their gates.
She meant watch faces change.
Watch fear become anger.
Watch grief become… blame.
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