All Chapters of The Dragon Emperor of Another World: Awakening of a Legend: Chapter 141
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CHAPTER 141: Sakura Night
Ethan felt heat rising to his cheeks. “Nina, that’s— I think the provided tents will suffice—”But it was too late. Seraphina perked up, oblivious to subtext. “If His Majesty is cold, I can offer my cloak or my company for prayer,” she offered with a radiant smile. “I wouldn’t want him to suffer discomfort.”Eileen, who had been quietly sketching the outline of the moon, adjusted her glasses and added matter-of-factly, “From a practical standpoint, it might be safest if at least one of us stays near His Majesty. For protection in the wilderness.”Celestia’s eye twitched at “one of us,” and she shot Eileen a look that could freeze lava. Fu Rong and Queen Israya exchanged wary glances; both wisely decided to hold their tongues, t
CHAPTER 142: Blessings and Innovations
Dawn broke over the Bloomridge Highlands in a breathtaking wash of gold and rose. Golden light filtered through crimson blossoms as Ethan climbed a small slope to watch the sunrise. Below, the campsite stirred awake. He closed his eyes, savoring the rare peace: no war, no urgent diplomacy—just the gentle morning breeze and birdsong.Behind him, the camp was coming alive. Celestia emerged from Ethan’s tent (having quietly slipped out moments before to avoid scandal), stretching contentedly. Saint Seraphina, already up and packing her bedroll, noticed and blinked in surprise. “Lady Celestia... were you in His Majesty’s tent at dawn?” she asked innocently.Celestia froz
CHAPTER 143: Fireworks
As night fell on the final day of Yanling’s festival, everyone gathered on a broad hillside for the legendary firestone fireworks display. Anticipation crackled in the air. Ethan and Celestia stood amid their friends under a canopy of stars, all eyes on the sky.With a resonant boom, the show began. One after another, rockets streaked upward, bursting into blossoms of light. Red chrysanthemums of fire, emerald comets, golden dragons curling across the darkness—each explosion elicited gasps and cheers from thousands of onlookers. Through special mage crystals, the spectacle was even projected far across the Federation; in Carosso’s capital and Shuanglin’s snow-clad hamlets, people gazed upward to share in Yanling’s dazzling celebration.Ethan watched in wonder as the final barr
CHAPTER 144: Feast of Gratitude (1)
After a week of travel north, Ethan’s convoy crossed into Shuanglin—a land of endless snowfields and biting winds. The capital city came into view as a cluster of frost-covered walls and towers. War had left its mark here: the gates bore scorch scars, and the people who gathered to greet the arrivals were pallid and lean from a harsh winter and scarce supplies.Awaiting them in the main courtyard was Marquis Kreia, Shuanglin’s Prime Minister and regent in the absence of its young prince. She stood at the head of an honor guard of soldiers outfitted in well-worn armor. Despite the chill, Kreia and her people wore only thin cloaks; shortages had made warm furs a luxury few could afford. Even so, she greeted the arrivals with impeccable courtesy—a proud woman refusing to let hardship dim her hospita
CHAPTER 145: Feast of Gratitude (2)
Encouraged, Kreia lifted her cup again and spoke more frankly, “Your Majesties... to hear you speak so is a comfort. In truth, we face a long road. The war left our coffers drained and our strength depleted. Proud as we are, we will need help to stand again.” She bowed her head slightly. “We welcome any aid or guidance you can offer.”This humble admission clearly cost her pride; some of the Shuanglin nobility looked down at their plates, pained. All eyes turned to Ethan—the foreign emperor who had swiftly become their last ray of hope.Ethan exchanged a glance with Celestia, who nodded subtly. This was the moment they had prepared for on the journey here. He looked out across the expectant faces: dignitaries, soldiers, servants peeking from side doors—each filled with cautious hope.
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CHAPTER 146: Dragon Spring
That night, to cap the day’s hopeful events, Marquis Kreia insisted the imperial party visit Shuanglin’s famous royal hot springs. After so much talk of magical baths, Ethan readily agreed. The bathhouse behind the palace featured steaming pools of mineral-rich water, partitioned by carved screens into men’s and women’s sections.Ethan sunk gratefully into the hot spring, letting the enchanted waters soothe his travel-weary limbs. On the other side of the divider, Celestia and the other women relaxed in their own pool—though Celestia found it hard to sit still. Hearing Ethan’s contented sigh from afar (and catching Nina attempting to peek through a lattice for a glimpse of the Emperor’s toned shoulders), Celestia’s protective instincts flared.Without warning
CHAPTER 147: Destiny's Call (1)
A bitter winter wind howled across the barren plain as Ethan and his entourage rode onward. Two days had passed since they departed Shuanglin, and now the spires of Carosso lay somewhere beyond the horizon. Ethan’s breath misted in the frigid air. He was eager to return home for a well-earned rest, yet fate had other plans.From the swirling dust ahead emerged a lone rider galloping hard towards them. Ethan raised a hand, signaling his caravan to halt. Instinct tightened in his chest—this was no ordinary traveler. The rider bore a pennant snapping from his saddle: the crimson insignia of the Adventurers’ Guild. An urgent messenger.The young courier reined in his lathered horse before Ethan’s leading flank. Wind had chapped the youth’s cheeks raw, and exhaustion lined his eyes
CHAPTER 148: Destiny's Call (2)
Beside her, Nina practically vibrated with excitement, her freckles stark against skin flushed by the cold. “A lost elven civilization?” she exclaimed, barely containing a squeal. “This isn’t just another quest—this is the adventure of a lifetime!” Then, catching herself, the excitable dwarf bard added with a more somber tone, “—which of course could also mean a tremendous threat.” She gulped, imagining the perils that might lurk in an undiscovered land.Seraphina pressed her gloved fingertips to the silver amulet at her neck, murmuring a quick prayer that was whisked away by the wind. “If there’s any chance the elves can be saved, or that we can learn of their fate, we must help,
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CHAPTER 149: Legends and Songs
At the very center of the continent stood the World Tree, a colossal tree whose crown pierced the clouds. Beneath its sacred branches lay Ilianfiel, the hidden kingdom of the High Elves, protected from mortal eyes by a powerful enchantment. Within this timeless sanctuary, the High Elves lived in eternal harmony – guardians of ancient knowledge, magic, and art – untouched by the conflicts of the outside world.But beyond their borders, the world was changing.The rise of the Three Kingdoms Federation – Carosso, Yanling, and Shuanglin – had not gone unnoticed. Lands once sundered by war were now united under the banner of the Dragon Emperor Ethan, forging an alliance of peace and prosperity. The songs of mortal bards carried tales of how a war-torn realm had been reshaped into an era
CHAPTER 150: Elven Lament (1)
Bright morning sun filtered through the canopy as the elven envoys made their way along an old forest road. Though Lucianna’s outward composure remained unshaken, her mind replayed Queen Aelinsira’s final counsel from the eve of their departure. In a moonlit glade beneath the World Tree, the Queen had revealed a disturbing truth that weighed on them all:“More and more of our Songweavers have gone missing in human cities,” Queen Aelinsira had said, her melodious voice edged with steel. The only sounds had been the rustle of ancient leaves and the sharp intake of breath from the envoys. “These bards are not mere minstrels. They are keepers of our culture, the bearers of our memories. If we cannot protect them, we risk losing a part of ourselves.”Lucianna had bowed her head that night, a knot of resolve tightening in her chest