I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 799: A New Quest

Why does he want to go to the Qomore Kingdom, and why did he ask about something strange happening this kingdom? Despite his relaxed and unassuming appearance, Mark could tell this man was anything but simple—just from everything that had happened before they even got here.

Was he also supposed to accompany this man to Qomore? Mark still wasn't sure. But he wouldn't say no. The pay from the king was definitely not going to be small—and since Eccar seemed to be an important person, he was sure his reward would be far higher than usual.

A faint grin tugged at Mark's lips as he began eating alongside Eccar. Seeing how much Eccar was enjoying his breakfast made Mark feel more comfortable too, and his own appetite increased watching Eccar eat with such delight.

In the far corner of the restaurant, two other men were also quietly eating their breakfast. One of them, a man with a hood, sipped his coffee while keeping his eyes fixed on Eccar and Mark. His eyes were hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, giving him a naturally intimidating air.

His companion didn't look at them—doing so would only draw suspicion. He was simply waiting for a word from his hooded friend.

The two were part of the same trio of adventurers who had previously observed Eccar and reported to Master Sting. By a strange coincidence, they had spotted him again—this time with a well-known adventurer at his side.

"He's with Mark," the hooded man whispered. "That confirms it—he really is someone important. I'd bet the king himself ordered Mark to accompany him."

The brown-haired man gave a small nod as he kept eating. "Should we report this to Master Sting too?"

"Of course. That man's movements are suspicious. He's clearly here for something," the hooded man said. "Finish your breakfast. We move out right after."

His companion nodded again, simply and wordlessly. They both began eating more quickly, and just moments later, they were done. After paying their bill, they exited the restaurant.

As they passed through the door, Eccar gave them a slight glance—barely noticeable—as he kept eating. But he didn't say anything to Mark. Not yet.

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Meanwhile, Adrius and Lysander were still digging through their records, searching for anything related to an unknown forest god. So far, their search hadn't turned up anything suspicious.

There were many gods in these lands. Some were worshipped by small tribes and held influence only within limited territory—those were considered weak and not a threat. Others were more powerful, revered by underground cults scattered across the realm.

The king's knights had already crushed several of those cults when they proved dangerous, capturing many of their members. But cults like these never truly disappeared. There would always be some who continued to worship those forbidden gods—either because they had once gained something from them, or for other reasons.

However, ever since the king had ordered his knights to purge those cults, they hadn't made any moves—no more kidnappings, no more rituals. They knew that even the smallest movement would get them caught. Because once King Aethor had his eyes on you, there was no escaping his gaze in this kingdom.

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Lysander, Adrius's ever-grumbling apprentice, let out a long sigh of exasperation. "Do we really have to do this, Master?"

Adrius didn't even glance up from the pile of scrolls and tomes stacked around him. "Don't talk too much. Just keep looking."

"But are you sure what the Dragonborn said is true?" Lysander pressed, flipping through a dusty ledger half-heartedly.

This time, Adrius did look up. His gaze was sharp and still, the kind of look that made Lysander straighten up instinctively. "Are you doubting the Dragonborn, Lysander?"

Lysander hesitated, then shrugged with a reluctant frown.

"Well... he doesn't have any proof, does he? I mean, I do think a Dragonborn wouldn't lie. Someone like that wouldn't come here chasing some lies... Still, I just—" He dropped the book on the table with a sigh. "—don't want to waste time on some weird task."

"He said the Power told them," Adrius reminded, going back to his work.

Lysander paused, brow furrowing. He turned slightly to look at his master. "Master... actually, what is that Power?"

Adrius was quiet for a few seconds. The candlelight danced across his aged features as he slowly shut one of the tomes.

"Something powerful," he said at last, voice low, "and far beyond our understanding. Don't concern yourself with it. Just keep searching."

Lysander didn't argue again, but the unease didn't leave his face as he opened the next book. In the dim silence of the archives, the soft rustle of turning pages mixed with the flickering of the flames, as if the shadows themselves were listening in.

They continued their search, hour after hour, shifting between manual inspection and spells of detection. Lysander summoned a few hovering orbs of light to illuminate old corners, while Adrius muttered incantations to scan the ancient texts for hidden meanings or forgotten entries. The air was thick with the scent of parchment, dust, and faint traces of Magic.

Despite all their efforts, no new information emerged—no forgotten records, no obscure mentions, nothing that hinted at a forest god unfamiliar to them.

The names they found were the same ones they had always known—gods of roots, of bark, of storms within trees. But nothing unusual. Nothing dangerous.

At last, Adrius closed the heavy book before him with a quiet thud.

"That's enough," he said firmly.

Lysander looked up, eyes tired. "So… we're done?"

"We compile everything we already have," Adrius replied, standing. "Every record on forest gods like their legends, rituals, symbols, and sightings. We'll organize it, then present it to Eccar. He can decide if any of it is relevant."

Lysander groaned softly, but nodded. "So we're just handing him a big piles of homework."

Adrius gave him a sideways look. "If we can't find what doesn't exist, we at least provide what does. Maybe something in there will make sense to him."

With a gesture, scrolls began floating and stacking into organized piles, guided by Adrius's spell. Lysander, grumbling, joined in—because whether he liked it or not, he knows that the real work was only just beginning.

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By the time the sun had climbed high above the rooftops, casting warm golden light across the city streets, Eccar and Mark were already making their way back to the palace.

Eccar walked with a calm, almost casual air, taking in the sights like any traveler newly arrived in the capital might. He paused to observe street performers, listened briefly to the laughter of children chasing one another, and even stopped once to sample a food from a vendor.

But Mark was watching more than the scenery—he was watching him.

Despite his relaxed posture and gentle smile, Eccar's eyes told a different story. Every now and then, his gaze would dart toward the shadows in alleyways or the rooftops above.

In those moments, his expression would sharpen and his eyes narrowing. It only lasted a second each time but Mark saw it. And it told him everything he needed to know, Eccar wasn't just a traveler and he wasn't here just for leisure.

Mark kept his questions to himself. Partly out of respect—but mostly because he wasn't sure Eccar would answer.

But when they reached the palace gates, everything changed.

"Come inside with me," Eccar said suddenly, just as the guards stepped aside to let him pass.

Mark blinked. "I haven't received any word. I'm not allowed to enter without permission."

Eccar stopped at the threshold and glanced back with a faint smile. "It's alright. I give you my word. Come in, if you want to know more."

Mark hesitated. He looked up at the towering palace, its shining spires piercing the sky. Then he looked at Eccar and his curiosity peaked.

"Okay." He nodded once and followed Eccar inside.

Only a few minutes later, Mark found himself in a grand chamber. In that room stood Archmage Adrius, Lysander, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else; and King Aethor himself, tall and imposing, his presence filling the room.

Mark swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what he'd walked into but whatever it was, it was far beyond anything he had expected.

"So? What did you find?" Eccar askes Adrius.

Adrius shook his head with mild frustration. "Nothing. No mention of any new forest god. Nothing awakened or out of the ordinary."

King Aethor exhaled slowly from his seat, his fingers steepled under his chin.

"Then this may be more complicated than we thought." He shifted his gaze to Eccar, his voice measured but tinged with doubt. "Perhaps your intuition was wrong."

Eccar didn't flinch. "It wasn't my intuition, Your Majesty. It was my friend, Erend. He's the one who told me about an awakened forest god."

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That made Mark's eyes widen in surprise. "They talked about an awakened forest god?"

Adrius raised an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing. Lysander just sighed again.

"If we can't find anything here," Eccar continued, "then let's not waste any more time. We head straight to the Qomore Kingdom."

A moment of silence followed his words, heavy and thoughtful. Then King Aethor let out a long breath and nodded.

"Very well. You may depart tomorrow."

His eyes then turned sharply toward Mark. "Gather your team and prepare yourselves. This will be your quest now as well."

Mark blinked.

Then, realizing he was being addressed directly by the king, he quickly bowed his head. "Yes, Your Majesty. I'll make the preparations."

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