Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 641 - 594: The Coronation of the New King

The Giant Dragons seemed to be biting each other and yet playing, tumbling together into the water.

Lyle watched them with some concern, when a bony hand patted his shoulder lightly. Turning around, it was Scholar Sir, the Giant Twilight Dragon Silvette regaining her sanity, and the Dragon Priest walked over with her.

"Both the Giant Dragon and Silvette know their limits, you don’t need to worry, Lyle."

"I’m not worried, Teacher, I just feel like all of this is happening so suddenly. They’re just... together now?"

The Scholar stretched out his palm, this time caressing Lyle’s head, his gaze fixed on the lake, the ripples of magic on the bronze mask like the twinkling waters of the lake.

"Silvette is a mature Giant Dragon. She understands her place, our longing for her, and what the Kin Clan of dragons expects of her. The Giant Dragon is her choice, and that choice might not be as simple as pure love, but it’s a good one for everyone. Besides, she’s truly enjoying her time in the company of Mister Giant Dragon, isn’t she?"

Lyle watched the two entwined Dragons surfacing from the water and flying high into the sky, chasing each other among the clouds and the horizon, their joyful roars like dense muffled thunder. Droplets of water flung into the air fell back onto the lake, creating a faint rainbow.

Later.

The Giant Dragon’s massive body descended alone from the sky, while the human-formed Silvette leaped from his claws. She approached Lyle, hands on hips, her breath-taking authority replaced by a mischievous smirk that, while unsettling, was not unpleasant.

"Lyle, the Giant Dragon and I have made it official, so what should you call me now?"

"Madam Silvette."

"Wrong!" Silvette shook her finger, leaned in close to Lyle, and tapped his chest. "You should call me Sister, Sil Sister, or Sister Silvette." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Why is that? It doesn’t seem right either way."

Silvette pouted, with an expression that said, "Why isn’t this young man getting it?"

"Don’t make me sound old! You and the Giant Dragon are both mentors and friends, so what’s wrong with you calling me sister! Let’s keep each to their own, and don’t let human ethics confine your thinking, understand? Little Lyle."

Lyle, unable to argue with the Dragon Mother, chose to accept the suggestion.

"I understand, Sister Sil."

...

In the following week, Lyle got a brief vacation in Naslan, while the Giant Dragon and Silvette roamed the lands, their relationship growing by the day. The Dragon Priests were assembling materials as the appointed time for the coronation ceremony slowly approached.

The marshland was no longer as difficult to traverse; two Giant Dragon "bulldozers" had flattened the mire and vegetation. Once, Mister Giant Dragon would never have stood by and let us destroy these ancient ferns, let alone become the main culprit.

The Giant Dragon returned to his Burial Ground, the location chosen for his coronation ceremony. It had once been the start of his death and now would become the beginning of his life as a Giant Dragon.

"Full of mana, environmentally suitable, with an ancient air wandering around. An excellent site for the ceremony." The Black Dragon Priest strode along the path made by crushed plants, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, nodding in approval.

"I’ve never been here before, it’s like a hidden sanctuary, marvelous, and as the place of the Giant Dragon’s awakening, it aligns with ’rebirth’ in the realm of mysticism. This Burial Ground, it’s almost as if it was chosen by fate." Scholar Sir seemed quite excited as he tightly gripped his staff, the Magic Lock on his body naturally dissipating mana, struggling against the Lich Crown.

Lyle watched helplessly as the crown above his head and the human-shaped magic network node, Morocoy, naturally formed a storm, vying against each other. During his rest, the Lich Crown had not been idle; it seemed to treat this prolonged scholarly pursuit like a mid-term exam, pressuring every ounce of its power to appear at its best for the test’s end, facing Mr. Raymond. Do you know what it’s like to live your daily life with a Magic Bomb, a Mana Storm, or a Mana Vortex overhead? All spirit summoning experiments failed, finding oneself floating mid-walk, and enduring Beatrice’s mockery over his strange headgear (Lyle’s head at the time was like a 1,000-watt lightbulb). He consoled himself that all the chaos was in preparation for the coronation ceremony.

"I thought you no longer believed in fate, Morocoy, after all, the prophecies of the dragons have been broken."

"No, this Burial Ground gives me a strong premonition, as if the threads of fate are dictating our actions; we will surely succeed."

The Black Dragon Priest’s spirits were also quite high.

"It’s not fate that governs us, but we who have grasped the future; you have grasped that future."

The skeletal creations of the Burial Ground had already been dispersed, and Silvette, finding two ageless slates from somewhere, pieced them together with the Dragon Priest to outline the runic script of the coronation ceremony in dragon language. These were more complex and intricate than any writing Lyle had ever seen, the claw-shaped characters unfurling in a spiral like the Code of Hammurabi. After the five Dragon Priests inscribed the power of their respective Kin Clans, the runes came alive, like thousands of tiny dragons roaring on the slates.

In the end, the majestic body and wings of the Giant Dragon overshadowed the thousands of dragons. Regrettably, the size of the two slates paled in comparison to the body of the Giant Dragon, so the dragon’s claws gripped the edges, and its body was actually in a half-crouching posture. According to the Giant Dragon himself, "I feel as if I’m being punished or waiting for judgment."

"I regret that you must remain in this state, my friend, for the dragon language runes must envelope your entirety."

"Couldn’t you find a larger altar?"

"We could, but the content of the runes for the coronation ceremony is just this; these are ancient runes we cannot tamper with at will, the runes that the Dragon Father, Yemotar, devised."

"I guess he never expected an heir Giant Dragon to reach my size."

"He wrote them according to his own body size, and you, you’re about as big as when he bent over to inscribe them."

The Giant Twilight Dragon, Silvette, stood beside the Giant Dragon throughout, ready to preside over the coronation ceremony and convey the responsibilities and status of propagating the Kin Clan from the orphan of the previous era to the new king. As a report, she would become the new Dragon Mother, the Giant Dragon Queen of life and reproduction.

Everything was prepared.

"Wait a moment."

The Giant Dragon crouched on the altar suddenly spoke, and under everyone’s gaze, he opened a massive Skeleton Gate.

From the ghastly green portal, two Gemmatus Manu emerged.

"Kate, Marcelo."

The two newly appointed Gemmatus Manu stewards knelt before the Giant Dragon.

"Honorable leader of the dragons, the Gem Sage Destan crystallized three days ago, and we have spent some time finally fulfilling his last wish."

A dazzling Tri-pointed Gem Crown carried by the Gemmatus Manu, the Dragon Crown condensed by the essence of three Gem Sages and the life of countless Manu, was offered before the Giant Dragon.

"Fearless courage, calm wisdom, unyielding will, the Manu have created the perfect Dragon Crown; the crown offered to the new king, Your Majesty, please accept the Manu’s tribute."

The Dragon Crown, which had been returned to the Manu by the Giant Dragon, was made flawless by the Gem Sage Destan, the perfect crown for the Dragon King.

"Place it upon me, Manu, my Kin Clan."

The proud dragon head lowered to the ground, and the Manu tribe placed the crown on their leader. The Gemstone Dragon Crown fused with the horns of the Giant Dragon, the dragon’s scales turning into a translucent texture and bursting forth with resplendent light.

The Giant Dragon raised its head again, its wild physique adorned with gemstone scales and crystalline horns, gaining an additional sense of nobility and splendor.

"The ceremony, begin."