Draconia Offline vol. 1

73.3. On the Brink of War - Part 3

"I'm sorry for my boldness, Your Majesty, but are you planning to tell me anytime soon?" Danaheim says almost casually.

Julia took him with her for my regular medical check-up because he proved himself when I was unconscious and Noage too exhausted to continue feeding me through my veins. Julia decided it would be good if he became my third private doctor in case Noage is indisposed again.

"About what?" I ask because I wasn't paying much attention to him. I let his Earthborn tentacles be stuck to my left arm while I'm using my right one to hold a tablet and read the news.

"I might not be good at expressing emotions visibly, but this is my curious face," Danaheim points to his nose. "Or did you seriously think I wouldn't look? That would be like taking a chocolate addict to a chocolate factory. I have the privilege to be taking care of the Celestial Emperor, there's no way I'd resist the temptation."

"Figures," Gotrid comments with a long sigh.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, we didn't have any time to give him a proper briefing and we naively hoped he would just do what he was asked to do," Julia apologises profoundly because she feels responsible.

"What did you find out?" I ask curiously. What would my brain look like to someone who can literally see my genetics, but doesn't know about my special sensory ability?

"Your brain is only half Celestial, Your Majesty," Danaheim says slowly, weighing every word. "The other half is... well, definitely not human, but I have no idea what exactly. I've never seen anything like it before."

I'm a telepath since birth, I send him my thought because he's still stuck to my arm.

"Oh!" Danaheim's eyes widen and he's both shocked and amazed. Now, this is an emotion even someone as laid back, chill and phlegmatic as him just has to show on his face.

"How is such a thing possible?" he shakes his head violently and I can tell he's looking at my brain again with his inner Earthborn sight.

"We don't know, but we're trying to find out," Erik answers for me. "Julia will tell you the rest, are you done? I hope I don't have to stress out that this information is strictly confidential."

"Of course," Danaheim mumbles, disappointed that he has to release his tentacles.

"Come, I'll tell you everything we know so far and you'll be cooperating with Noage and me on uncovering the truth about His Majesty's origin," Julia comforts him and takes still slightly dazed Danaheim away.

"It's not a secret when so many people know," Erik frowns.

"True, but Danaheim was unavoidable," I shrug, not really bothered by it, and look at my vibrating phone. I expect Liana, but the name on the screen says...

"It's Twyla?!" I'd jump if I had the strength to do that.

My hand is shaking with excitement when I pick up and the screen brightens, showing Twyla's green face. Erik and Gotrid squeeze to me in the same joyful anticipation.

"We're sooo sorry to worry all of you, Aefener," the Earthborn Queen apologises without a greeting. "We survived the attacks only by becoming one with the Earth. Almost literally."

"You did what?" I don't understand at all.

"The Earth Camouflage, Aefener, we can do it even here," Twyla explains. "The moment we heard about the attack on your skyscraper, I knew we don't have enough time to evacuate everyone far enough, so we hid in the soil under our ranch. The ground was too hot for us to emerge immediately and we were afraid of another attack, so that's why I'm calling you so late."