The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 632: Correspondance

Chapter 632: Correspondance

“Well, that is a mouthful.” Amie noted as she read through the front of the folded letter, which was sealed with golden wax.

“And highly concerning, given the titles that it assigns to him.” Alistair added.

“How about we open it and see what it’s got to say before our guest has a heart attack.” Dominic suggested.

“You just like it because it flatters you.” Amie joked.

“You’re not wrong. But if they’re offering me a letter, it’s only good manners to read it. Whoever wrote it is clearly an educated and literate sort, so sending Ogres to harass me doesn’t seem logical.

They have to know how it would end if they knew I was here.”

{Your Royal Highness,

Greetings from your most loyal subject, Asmodain, Archmage of Kinewen Academy, Lord Interrogator of the Wavemates Royal Line.

I suspect that you have many questions for me, and I intend to answer none of them.

I came today only to congratulate you on your promotion.

We have not yet had an opportunity to meet in person, but please accept the gift of one acolyte from my tower as a personal assistant, should you need one. You have my word that he is fully trained and loyal to a fault.

The curse ensures that.

Soon, the lingering curse of the Dragon King’s demise should have faded, and your full birthright will become apparent.

I recommend that you don’t fight it.

Humans are humans, and dragonkin are dragonkin. Pretending to be what you are not will do you no favours.

PS: Forgive the monsters, they get dragged through every time a portal is opened between planes.}

For a few seconds, everyone stared at the message, and then Alistair began to swear profusely.

“That rat bastard son of a bitch. I know where he’s gotten to! We all thought that he was dead, lost during the succession wars, but I should have known better.

A thousand years as the headmaster of the Kinewen Academy wouldn’t end so easily.

That pointy eared thief ducked out of the world entirely, to go hide in the Beast Realms. That’s why when he opened a portal here, monsters came through. And I’m willing to bet that it’s happened dozens or hundreds of times in the past.” Alistair ranted.

“Care to explain? Very little of that made sense to me.”

“Right, you’re still young. Alright, where do I start?”

“With the bit about a thousand-year-old dragon.” Jack offered helpfully.

“Yes, that’s a good spot.

Alright, let’s start with that. The reason that nobody knows anything about the past, despite coming from ancient civilizations, is because of that asshole.

A little over five hundred years ago, Asmodain, or Ezrah, as he was known then, decided that it would be wise to either steal or destroy every single historical book known to reference the dragon, the dragon wars, or the pacts between the Dragon Kings, the Giants and the Trolls.

Nobody currently living knows why he did it, but he either looted or burned nearly fifteen thousand libraries, and made himself a wanted criminal in nearly every nation on every continent of the world.

He destroyed so much historical knowledge and so many magical artifacts that he nearly plunged the entire world into a dark age.

Then, he simply disappeared, until two hundred years ago when he was found to be living as the headmaster of the Kinewen Academy. Naturally, the older generation, the ones who lived through the aftermath of his crimes, were livid, and wanted him prosecuted.

However, the Dragon King protected him, and claimed that there was no proof Asmodain was Ezrah.

So, while there were protests and calls for prosecution for the next hundred years, nothing really came of it. Only when the previous Dragon King passed and his sons fought for the succession did Asmodain make himself visible again.

He backed the last Dragon King for the throne, and with his assistance, the entire political situation was turned around.

But that is where things get murky.

You see, it was believed that he sacrificed himself in the final battle, a noble act to ensure that his choice for the throne lived to ascend.

Clearly, that was not the case.

But now, it brings so many other events into question. Are all the people we assumed dead actually dead? Or did an Ancient Dragon pull them into another Plane using a Dimensional Compass.

He invented those, by the way. The modern design, that is.

First off, he congratulated you as the Governor of Stansia Province, so he is up-to-date on current events. He also called you the rightful King of Wavemates, which is a whole other can of worms, and then followed it up with the title {Emperor of the Trollish Alliance}, which was the alliance between the dragonkin, the Trolls and the Giants.

It hasn’t existed for hundreds of years.

The problem with that is that the reason it hasn’t existed is that the leadership vanished.

You see where I’m going with this?”

Dominic nodded. “A dragon, who has been causing trouble for a thousand years, just happens to be on another world, which causes monsters to appear in our world when he opens portals.

Coincidentally, he was a leader of an interspecies alliance whose leaders also vanished about the same time.

And, there have been regular monster appearances all over the region ever since.

I can see how that might be considered suspicious.”

Jack smiled at Dominic, his eyes suspiciously sharp for the amount that he’d had to drink.

“Not going to touch that part about him calling you an Emperor or the rightful King of Wavemates, eh?”

Dominic shrugged. “I believe that the official position is that there currently isn’t a Wavemates Nation to inherit. Should that change, I am quite certain the monarchs we left watching the joust will be certain to inform us.”

The old man laughed, then shook his head.

“That’s not a particularly compelling argument when you’re standing there with your wings out and a gun in each hand. But I see your point.

Starting a civil war when half the country is flooded is just as dumb here as it is on the Dagos side of the border.

Now, what do we do about this random mage?”