All Chapters of The Dragon Emperor of Another World: Awakening of a Legend: Chapter 91
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CHAPTER 91: Negotiation (2)
Before the night was over, Ethan and Garrick agreed that only the dwarves of Ironroot, ruled by King Havram, could build the Grand Arena. Ethan planned to entice them with generous trade from Carosso’s Mistveil Mine—the promise of mithril steel flowing into Ironroot’s forges. Garrick heartily concurred, thumping his tankard on the table. "Offer a dwarf a mountain of mithril, and he'll build you whatever you want," he laughed. They toasted to the new alliance and the bright future of Carosso.Not long after, the two men parted ways beneath the torchlit corridors of the palace. Garrick departed to spread the good news among his guild, while Ethan made his way toward his chambers, weary from the long day’s negotiations and triumphs.In Ethan’s private quarters, Celestia waited by the window. Moonlight outlined her graceful figure; her
CHAPTER 92: Lyra Vespera
The next morning, Ethan led Celestia to a quiet corner of the palace library where a small ornate pouch lay on a marble table. Silver runes glinted on its fabric. Celestia knew at once what it was – the dimensional pouch containing Lyra Vespera, the vampire maiden Ethan had promised to protect for their enemy Zephario.Ethan took a steady breath. “It’s time I fulfill my promise to Zephario,” he said softly. Celestia nodded, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.With a careful tug, Ethan opened the pouch. A cool blue light flowed out and gently formed the outline of a young woman on the floor. As the magic faded, Lyra Vespera’s unconscious form remained. She looked deathly pale, her raven hair fanned around her and her dress torn and bloodstained from past horrors.Celestia knelt an
CHAPTER 93: Forging Bonds
That afternoon, the castle forge was alive with activity. Under the glow of roaring firelight, Solaine the blacksmith stood at his anvil, holding a long blade of heated mithril steel with sturdy tongs. The metal glowed orange-hot, ready to be imbued with power. At his side, Solaine’s daughter Nina hovered with a bowl of shimmering rune-ink and a fine inscription brush. Just a few steps back, Celestia and Eileen prepared to do their parts – Celestia to channel her dragonfire, and Eileen to bind the magic with her aura. Watching from the sidelines, Lyra Vespera and Lyssandra looked on with wide-eyed curiosity; even as bystanders they could feel the excitement crackling in the air.Solaine inspected the blade one last time and gave a satisfied nod. “The blade is hot and ready for runes,” he announced, his deep voice carrying over the crackle of coals. He glanced at Celestia. “Let
CHAPTER 94: Carosso's Voice
At every tavern, in every bustling marketplace, and across the halls of noble courts, the legend of Ethan Lockwood echoed in lively song and story. Bards strummed lutes by crackling hearths as villagers and travelers leaned in, eager to hear of the Dragon Emperor’s latest exploits. Even elven minstrels from distant forests sang ballads of his deeds, each tale more fantastical than the last. From his fateful duel with the dark warlord Kaelthorne, to his triumphant slaying of the frost dragon that once terrorized the north, to his bold conquest of the great city of Carosso — Ethan’s rise had captured the imagination of all.Among these tales, one song in particular had taken the world by storm. Its haunting melody and rousing chorus made it the people’s anthem, hummed by blacksmiths at their forges and murmured by children falling asleep. It was called “The Dragon Emperor’s Song.” On any given night, one could hear its verses drifting t
CHAPTER 95: The Saintess
Dusk settled over Carosso as Seraphina arrived at the mighty gates of the capital. The sky burned gold and purple, and the last sunlight caught in her silver hair, which flowed behind her like a moonlit veil. She was exhausted from the long journey. As she gazed up at the towering walls, her heart swirled with relief and sorrow. It was a new beginning for her, yet also the end of the life she once knew.Her once-pristine robes of white and platinum — the robes of a High Priestess — were now torn and dust-stained. She no longer resembled a revered cleric of the High Cathedral; now she looked like a weary refugee, a woman betrayed by those she had served. Yet her sky-blue eyes still burned with determination. She was heartbroken but not defeated. Not while hope beckoned beyond these walls.At the gate, Carosso’s knights greeted Seraphina with deep respect and escorted her inside per the Emperor’s orders. For the first time in months, she felt trul
CHAPTER 96: Future Currency
Ethan strode into the Carosso Adventurers Guild under the cloak of a simple traveler’s disguise. It was a rare sight—the Dragon Emperor incognito—and it caught the guild’s receptionist completely off guard.Elara Sylvan, a half-elf with short silvery-green hair and mesmerizing mismatched eyes, nearly jumped out of her skin. She quickly recovered and bowed hastily. “Y-Your Majesty! What are you doing here?” she gasped, eyes wide in shock.A faint smirk tugged at Ethan’s lips as he pulled back his hood. His tone was casual, almost teasing. “I heard your father often imports goods from across the continent,” he said. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with him, if possible.” Elara’s heart thundered in her chest.It wasn’t every day that the
CHAPTER 97: Yanling
In the southeastern reaches of the continent, nestled amid a range of volcanic mountains, lay the kingdom of Yanling. It was a land both blessed and cursed by providence, for beneath its soil rested a rare and coveted resource: FireStones.These magical stones brimmed with inner heat and power. To Yanling, they were more than mere commodities—they were the lifeblood of the realm’s prosperity and a cornerstone of civilization itself. FireStones could amplify fire magic to awe-inspiring levels, forge superior enchanted weapons, and provide warmth against even the most bitter cold.Thanks to this bounty, Yanling had grown into an economic powerhouse, its coffers filled by trade and its cities warmed by ever-glowing embers. Yet with great prosperity came a long, dark shadow.To the distant north loomed the Perpetual Winter Kingdom of Shuanglin, where icy winds howled across a frozen tundra—and envious eyes had long been fixed on Yanling’s blazing riches.While Yanling basked in the glow o
CHAPTER 98: Fire of Responsibility (1)
The first rays of sunrise gilded the volcanic peaks of Yanling in molten gold. Under the early morning sky, the usually ash-gray clouds were painted with hues of fiery orange. Far in the distance, smoke curled lazily from an active caldera, a gentle reminder of the kingdom’s lifeblood—the FireStones buried deep in those mountains.In the palace courtyard below, a flurry of activity was underway. Envoys were double-checking scrolls and treaties, knights were inspecting weapons and armor, stablehands were preparing horses—everyone was busy making final preparations for a journey of unprecedented importance.Yet amid the hustle and clamor, Princess Fu Rong sat quietly on a balcony overlooking the grand courtyard. This was a rare moment of solitude snatched just before departure, and she savored the brief calm. Her golden hair cascaded over her sh
CHAPTER 99: Fire of Responsibility (2)
Sir Leon was overseeing the knights’ formations, making sure each soldier knew their role in the convoy. Noticing the princess and Liuyue now descending the marble steps into the courtyard, Leon approached with a respectful salute.His scarlet cape, embroidered with Yanling’s emblem of a flame, fluttered in the morning breeze. The sunlight caught in his fiery red hair, which was streaked with strands of gold like sparks in a blaze. “Your Highness,” Leon reported, his tone steady and warm, “everything is ready. The escort stands prepared to depart at your command.” Fu Rong turned to face her knight commander.His presence was as reassuring as ever. She searched Leon’s face for any sign of doubt, but found none—only unwavering loyalty. “Leon,” she began quietly, so that only he and Liuyue could hear. &ld
CHAPTER 100: Road of Flames (1)
The envoy of Yanling pressed onward day by day, forging a path toward Carosso’s imperial capital. The journey’s early stages carried them over steep mountain passes where the air was thin and crisp, then down into rolling foothills.They braved sprawling, sun-scorched plains that shimmered with heat by noon, and navigated winding routes through ancient forests where the sunlight barely pierced the canopy.Through it all, Princess Fu Rong remained the heart of the mission, her amber eyes alight with steadfast purpose as she led her people forward. Flanking her at almost all times were her devoted handmaiden Liuyue and the ever-vigilant Knight-Commander Leon. Diplomacy, danger, and destiny intertwined on this long road, and every member of the delegation knew the stakes.They expected difficulties—harsh weather, rough terrain, perhaps even bandits or wild beasts. But none of them expected the monstrous threat that lay in wait within the Ancient Emerald Forest.It happened on a late after