RISE OF THE DRAGON KING!

8.

Tuuuut! Tuuuuut!

The call was cut off. Aga, who had already arrived in another city, let out a long sigh.

"Just who exactly is this Bintang? Is he really not afraid of the Black Dragon’s existence?"

*

Wanting to rest in peace, Bintang was suddenly disturbed by a knock on his door. Hearing it, he let out an annoyed snort.

“Hmph! I finally want to rest, so why does someone have to come and bother me now?!”

He stood up and walked toward the door with an irritated expression. But the moment he opened it, his reaction changed completely—by three hundred and sixty degrees!

“M-Master… when did you come here? And how do you know where I live?”

Dewi Medist smiled faintly. She had only come to deliver something. From the pocket of her luxurious blazer, she took out a letter.

“That’s not important. What matters is this—will you attend Dewi’s birthday banquet? It’s entirely your choice, but remember, no matter what, you still have an agreement with her parents.”

After receiving the letter, Bintang quickly stopped his master, who was about to leave.

“Master, where are you going?”

“I only came to deliver the letter. Bintang, take good care of yourself…”

Knowing he couldn’t stop his master, Bintang slowly closed his door. He then opened the letter, his brows tightly furrowed in confusion.

“Dewi? Isn’t she the little girl I was betrothed to by my parents back when they were still alive?”

Curious to see his childhood fiancée, Bintang took out a ring that had been entrusted to him by his parents long ago.

The ring had always been kept in his pocket—it was the only relic left behind by his parents. There was no way Bintang would ever abandon the ring prepared for his future wife.

*

That afternoon.

Walking leisurely toward the most luxurious white building in Cloud City, Bintang was suddenly stopped by the guards.

“Where is your invitation?”

Bintang handed over the invitation. After examining it, the two guards nodded and allowed him to enter the white building that had been rented by a famous entrepreneur in the province.

After entering and sitting in the front row, Bintang immediately became the center of strange looks from the guests invited by Dewi.

“Who is he? Why is he sitting in Dewi’s main seat? Is he looking for death?!”

“Tch! Even if he’s handsome, he really doesn’t know his place. Seat number one belongs to Dewi—who else could sit there?”

That guest’s words suddenly stopped, because Clara entered the hall with a look of curiosity.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Miss Clara, look!” someone said while pointing at Bintang.

Clara narrowed her eyes. When she realized the young man being discussed was Bintang, a deep scowl formed on her face, anger blazing in her eyes.

“Bintang! How can a beggar and a master con artist like you come here?!”

Clara immediately walked toward Bintang along with Doctor Tirta.

Hearing the voice, Bintang glanced over but showed no reaction. He neither acknowledged nor responded, remaining calm and silent.

“Do you even know this place is specially prepared for my close friend, Dewi?! If you’re here to scam people, get out of here!”

“Clara, he probably bribed the guards to enter this luxurious building. There’s no way someone like him could get in legitimately,” Doctor Tirta added mockingly.

Yawning slightly due to his unstable mood caused by lack of rest, Bintang slowly stood up from his seat.

“If I can enter this place, that means I was invited by Dewi. You’re only her close friend—how dare you try to chase me out?”

Clara grew even angrier, glaring fiercely at him. But murmurs from the other guests stopped her from speaking further.

“Is he crazy? He even dares to provoke Clara?”

“What a shame. Everyone knows Clara prepared everything—even rented the most luxurious building in the city. And now this shameless intruder shows up!”

“Bintang, you’ve heard everything, right? Now—”

“MISS DEWI HAS ENTERED THE HALL!”

A loud voice suddenly echoed, cutting Clara off. All the guests immediately stood up and warmly welcomed Dewi as she entered the hall in a beautiful gown.

Her appearance was stunning—long flowing hair, naturally thick brows, and even with minimal makeup, she was more than enough to be called a heavenly fairy.

“Happy birthday, Dewi!”

“Dewi, I love you!”

“Dewi, I’ve prepared a grand gift for you!”

“She’s so beautiful! No wonder she’s known as the most beautiful girl in the province!”

Everyone greeted her enthusiastically. However, Clara—still burning with anger—kept glaring at Bintang until Dewi stood beside her.

“Homie, what’s making you so angry on my special day?” Dewi raised an eyebrow.

Clara’s nostrils flared. She should have driven Bintang out before Dewi arrived. Now, seeing Bintang’s calm and unreadable gaze only made her want to kick him out even more.

“Homie, calm down. He’s just a beggar and a master con artist. I don’t know how he got in here. Before the event starts, I’ll definitely throw him out!”

“A beggar? A con artist?” Dewi looked Bintang up and down suspiciously. But moments later, his familiar face made her whisper softly,

“Who is he?”

“Bintang.”

“Bintang?!”

Dewi swallowed hard, shocked beyond expectation. She never imagined that Bintang would actually attend. To her knowledge, he had been missing for over a decade.

“Then why are you so angry?”

Clara explained everything about her first encounter with Bintang. After hearing it all, Dewi’s face flushed red like a ripe tomato—clearly embarrassed and furious.

“Clara, let me handle this. And personally, I apologize to you and your father.”

“What?!”Everyone fell silent, unable to understand Dewi’s words. What was clear, however, was that Dewi seemed to be protecting Bintang—who had remained silent all this time.

Plaaaaak!

But something shocking happened.

Dewi suddenly stepped forward and slapped Bintang across the face, speaking angrily!

“How dare you scam my homie?! Even trying to extort her?! Bintang, you’re exactly like your parents in the past—shameless con artists! I truly regret knowing that you’re still alive after being missing for over a decade!”

“Dewi, do you believe them? Aren’t you my fiancée? I was framed—and back then, I truly saved her father!”

“Saved my father? You shameless con artist! Do you know my father is now in a coma because of your reckless actions and ignorance of Medist medicine?!”

“That’s right! If I had been even a little late, I don’t know if Clara’s father could have been saved!” Doctor Tirta added smugly, pretending to be furious.

Hearing Bintang mention the old agreement—one that had never had her consent—Dewi finally spoke again. Her face was filled with uncontrollable humiliation.

“A beggar, a con artist, and a bootlicking dog like you wants to be my husband? Bintang, that agreement is ancient history. Your family has already fallen apart—and your parents are dead. Yet I see you’ve inherited their nature. Perhaps in the future, your fate will be the same as theirs!”