Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 547: The Alliance Meeting.

Chapter 547: The Alliance Meeting.

The day ended the way most days ended in the Heights.

With… exhaustion.

Snow pressed against the Wall like a patient enemy. The streets inside Velmourn were quieter than usual.

And after the work shift ended, the Alliance Council gathered again.

Morvain sat at the center of the long table with stiff shoulders and heavy eyes, Korvath sat beside her. Aelindra sat with a stack of notes that looked thicker than yesterday’s. Tarevian’s face seemed… exhausted. Nymeris held her hands together and did not show much reaction.

Kael and Lavinia sat together, watching everything quietly.

And at the far end, Gruumak sat like a boulder that had been dragged indoors. Zakaar stood beside him, ready to translate everything for his chief.

The Translator looked much more exhausted today, and how could he not? He had to run around from one place to another to translate what was being said. He was working… tirelessly.

So much that if given a chance, he would fall down and pass out the very instant he was allowed to.

For a moment, no one said anything.

They all just… sat in silence, getting a moment to breathe.

Then, Morvain broke the silence.

“Report.”

She spoke directly, without any drama.

She glanced at Aelindra first, after all, the Warden of Provisions had carried the heaviest burden today. Not only because food and work needed to be distributed everywhere in the city—but because she had been forced to cover for another problem.

Draksis.

There had been no major issues ever since the Forge Leader was kicked out of the Council, until today.

Today, when they needed separate and clear reports from every single vein, the responsibility that was once Draksis’s now fell onto Aelindra’s shoulders and she…

“The Forge Vein… functioned.”

She exhaled with a weary look on her face.

“But it was not smooth.”

The Warden of Provisions continued,

“Draksis was not there to control his people.”

She rubbed her brow.

“I had to go through the secondary forge leaders. Three of them. They didn’t want to speak to me at first.

They feel… dissatisfied with the Council.

They think we are looking down on them and everything they do for the city because of what we did to Draksis.

It looks like Draksis has been going around behind our backs to… gather people on his side.”

Aelindra spoke, and her words made other elders frown, but then—

“He did not do anything.”

Kael spoke confidently.

“Draksis has been spending his days in the Goat Hold, doing the work assigned to him. People do ask him questions and he does answer them, and while some of his answers do have some intent in them,

He knows I am watching, so he is being rather… vague.

He is not rallying anyone.

The people at the forge are just dissatisfied because they feel their voice no longer matters. It is a simple matter to resolve.

We simply need a new Leader of Forge.”

Kael spoke, looking at Morvain.

“We will have a separate meeting regarding the matter.”

The Matriarch nodded.

Kael nodded back, then stared at Aelindra, who nodded and went on.

“Still, the three of them worked. We assigned Stonefang strong-arms to heavy hammer duties and ore lifting. Velmourn smith hands handled shaping and tempering. It… worked better than expected.”

Zakaar translated for Gruumak, who listened without expression.

“But,”

Aelindra added,

“The language barrier slowed everything. A Stonefang man doesn’t understand ’hold angle’ or ’heat to this color.’

He understands force.

He understands timing.

So we had to show everything with hands.”

She lifted one hand and made a short motion like swinging a hammer.

“They learned fast. But it was still… messy.”

Korvath nodded slowly, already thinking of tomorrow’s guard rotations and tension points.

Morvain shifted her gaze.

“Continue.”

She spoke and Aelindra nodded.

“In the Farm Terrace, the Stonefangs were… confused at first. They looked at the terraces like they were unnatural. They kept asking why they don’t just hunt.”

Zakaar translated. Gruumak didn’t react, but his eyes sharpened slightly, like he understood what kind of thought could become dangerous later.

Aelindra continued.

“The Grain Keeper put them on hauling frost-crops and clearing snow from the terrace edges. They worked without complaint. They didn’t steal. They didn’t wander. They followed the foreman’s gestures.”

Then, Aelindra paused, confused about whether she should mention it or not. Morvain noticed that and gestured for her to continue, and she did.

“One Stonefang woman asked if the terrace belonged to us or to… Kael.”

That made the room go still for a heartbeat.

Nymeris blinked slowly.

Morvain’s eyes flicked to Kael for a moment.

And Kael…

Even he seemed surprised, well, to some level. After everything that had happened, he had… expected it at some level.

Not just him, other elders had expected it too, it was just… happening faster than normal.

So in the end, the matter was dismissed and Aelindra moved on.

“In the Goat Hold, the Stonefangs frightened the animals.”

A few people gave weak, tired smiles.

Some did not.

“The goats panicked. Stonefangs smell different, they move differently. It took time to calm the goats.

But once the Goat Holders showed the Stonefangs how to move slowly, how to keep hands low, they adjusted.

One Stonefang boy even copied the Velmourn whistles.”

Zakaar translated.

Gruumak’s lips twitched—turning into what the room thought was a… smile?

It was strange to see a Stonefang smile.

“The Weavers Hearth was the hardest.”

The room wasn’t surprised by those words, it was already within their expectation.

Weaving required patience, fingers, and… quiet.

And none of it was… a Stonefang’s forte.

Weaving was a place full of women and children—places where fear was… at its strongest.

“The Stonefangs did not fight,”

Aelindra admitted, and that alone made others sigh in relief.

“They did not threaten.

But their presence… tightened everyone’s chest.”

Again, the council expected that.

Even if most Stonefangs sent to the Weavers Hearth were women and children, Stonefang women and children were still… bulkier and much harsher than normal.

It is natural for their presence to… intimidate the Velmourns.

Not to mention…

“They couldn’t work well either. Stonefang hands aren’t made for delicate tasks like rope twisting and hauling. The Matron there said that the Stonefangs watched their hands for hours without speaking, but when they tried it…

Well, let’s just say they… tried.

There were also moments when the Stonefangs lost temper since they couldn’t do it right, but they controlled it to some extent and no one was hurt.

It all went without any major problems, but the Matrons say that… maybe the Stonefangs are not… built for weaving.”

Those words made Gruumak frown, but again, he did not say anything. The Stonefang Chief only listened calmly. In his mind, he had already expected his people not to do well at certain things Velmourns did.

Honestly, even he did not understand half the things Velmourns do, so he did not expect anything from his people.

He was just glad that his people did not face any discrimination and there was no violent incident.

As for the rest…

Well, that was Kael’s problem.

“Continue.”

Morvain ordered.

That was when Korvath spoke up.

“The Stonefang warriors were surprisingly disciplined.”

Those words surprised the council members.

“They didn’t challenge command. They didn’t mock the Velmourn watch. They held positions they were assigned to without any complaints.

And since we had translators, communication wasn’t an issue either.”

He gave a brief report.

The Stonefangs were… built to be warriors. There were around two hundred army warriors within just a thousand Stonefangs, which also includes elderlies and children.

When compared to Velmourns, who merely had five hundred men in a population of ten thousand, the difference was… quite big.

Not to mention even the Stonefang men who weren’t part of the army had the confidence to defend themselves at some level.

So while hearing that they excelled in the army shouldn’t be surprising, the fact that these people followed orders in itself was… quite big.

And—

“The Velmourn soldiers didn’t like it.”

Korvath spoke bluntly.

“Some of our men kept stepping away from Stonefangs I ordered them to. They were told to stand where they were assigned.

Some obeyed, some needed to be reminded, and their actions made the Stonefangs wary as well.

So while nothing major happened, whatever tensions there were, it was due to the Velmourns, not the Stonefangs.

On the Watch, the Stonefangs did far better than expected.”

Korvath looked at Morvain and—

“Better than the Velmourns.”

He admitted openly, and his words surprised all the Velmourn Elders. Even Kael blinked. He obviously knew what had happened because of Imperia, but the very fact that Korvath admitted it like this was… respectable.

“I will have a talk with the Velmourn Soldiers after this and tomorrow, I will rotate mixed pairs in controlled sections to promote unity.”

Korvath ended and Morvain… she nodded silently, noting everything in her mind.

Then, the Matriarch turned towards the Stonefang Chief.

“You’ve heard everything.”

Zakaar translated and Gruumak nodded.

“He says… he will keep his word.”

Zakaar translated.

Gruumak’s eyes moved around the table slowly and he continued in Stonefang tongue.

“My people work. My people obey. No trouble.”

He paused, then added something else, harsher.

Zakaar hesitated, then forced it out.

“He says… if one of his breaks a rule, he will punish.”

And that made the Velmourns stiff.

The realization that the Stonefang Chief was actually cooperating with them felt… surreal.

It made them… fear and at the same time, look forward to what was going to happen in the future.

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