Something Immortal

45: Avarice Part Five

As the coronation took place, Sri stood by the side along with the other leaders who attended the ceremony. Kyro gave him a curt nod and he returned the gesture just the same before turning back to the briefing that was taking place in front of them.

The Dragon Emperor stood at the far end of the monastery, waiting for Sigurd to approach with Seisyl Drest walking beside him. Upon the arrival, the young noble kneeled in front of the draconian king and bowed his head low. There was a brief exchange between the king and Sigurd, consisting of recognition, anointing, and oath before Kyro placed the crown on his head and he was now pronounced as the new head of the hydra clan and The Marquis of the Draconian Race.

"That goes well as I thought," said Satu Zeida, the primer of the leshy race.

This of course didn't escape Sri's ears. "You're expecting something?"

"Not much," said the elderly. "But what comes after was more concerning."

What comes after...Sri could only glance at the Shaman Niran, who, to his surprise was also watching him with keen eyes.

After a short procession, a small gathering was held at the Castle Dragomir. Both Sri and Irin watched the newly appointed head of the hydra clan with caution and Irin couldn't help but comment about this. "He deserved this title, don't you agree?"

"It has a long time coming, but of course, this title had always belonged to him," Sri answered truthfully.

"You don't reckon he'll turn out to be just like his uncle?"

"I doubt that."

"How so?"

"They're not alike."

"You'll never know."

Niran was looking around for his messenger Ilarion but instead, he found Ruang Rit smiling pleasantly while approaching him. The erinyes' scowl deepened but he also couldn't move from his position and let the renowned draconian approach.

"You're frowning again, my love," Ruang Rit expressed his devotion shamelessly and handed him a goblet filled with wine.

Niran took it from his hand abruptly. "Be quiet," the head of the erinyes replied wryly. "Didn't Kyro tell you to keep an eye on Kali? How did he manage to escape your clutches?"

Ruang Rit almost choked on his wine. "We all know that Kali would find a way to escape my clutches one way or another. There's no way to hold that impulsive prince down, not when it concerned his precious Som."

The duke of the draconian race walked him to his table, even placing a hand on the small of his back. "I don't feel great about this coronation."

"About Sigurd taking over the position? It's always been his from the beginning, his uncle just stole it."

"What is Kyro's plan, truthfully?"

"He hasn't told you yet?"

"You mean he has a plan."

"Nope, he doesn't. Not one bit." Niran was shocked to hear this that Ruang Rit hastily added, "Come on, how many times do we need to prove that planning something will just amount to nothing? Not until we could analyze how that young druid with unusual skill planned to alter the inevitable."

"The inevitable," Niran repeated. "How am I supposed to die this time."

"You won't," Ruang Rit smiled, looking deep into his eyes. "Not until I'm breathing."

In spite of it, Niran couldn't help the color gracing his pale face so he quickly went to his designated seat making Ruang Rit chuckle in response.

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