Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 94 - 93 Sigrufts Revenge

Chapter 94: Chapter 93 Sigruft’s Revenge

Chapter 94 -93 Sigruft’s Revenge

By afternoon, the weather hadn’t cleared at all, but instead, a fine drizzle began to fall, nourishing the already lush earth,

Wuyao Snake Manor’s secondary residence didn’t have an attic, nor did it have a pavilion, which left Russell quite disappointed.

Perhaps the Baron never intended for anyone to sunbathe or watch the rain here when he built the residence—it was merely a temporary lodging for when he didn’t have time to return to the castle during his hunting trips.

“Once I have spacious funds, I must thoroughly renovate this secondary residence… hmm, and add another floor!”

Russell stood by the window, looking out at the grey drizzle, silently making plans.

Truth be told, he did have a little stash of Gold Coins, including the “research funds” he had “scammed” from his grandmother, private support from his mother, and the endowment from the Baron when he received his fief, which altogether amounted to about one hundred and sixty or seventy Gold Coins.

However, he hadn’t been sparing any expenses, what with building lavatories, constructing mills, and the whole slew of actions that followed, all requiring funds.

There were also salaries to pay to the officials and resources to provide for the attendants’ cultivation.

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If he didn’t economize, the money might not last long—at least, it had to last until the season of harvesting mature Magic Potion next year.

“My lord.”

Butler Morris, carrying newly brewed barley tea, walked in, placed it softly on the table, and then turned to leave.

Russell moved a chair to the table and continued to enjoy the fine rain through the window while taking the barley tea and gently swirling it.

The thick scent of barley rose with the steam.

A sniff brought a mouthful of barley flavor, very refreshing.

“Unfortunately, there are no tea leaves here, so we can only make do with some roasted barley tea to satisfy the craving,” Russell mused with contentment, yet with a hint of regret.

Glowing Valley and indeed the entire Shadowflame Duchy lacked tea leaves, so there were no beverages like green tea, black tea, or oolong tea. The “tea” served to guests here was more aptly called a “soup”.

A lighter soup with fewer ingredients, such as one made from just petals, fruit, vegetable leaves boiled together, was called a soup-tea.

A richer soup with more complex ingredients, like those containing minced meat, milk, honey, sugar, cinnamon powder, chocolate sauce, or even brandy, after a haphazard brewing, turned into what was known as the classic milk tea.

The nobility preferred soup-tea, but milk tea was popular across all ages.

Beyond that, beverages widely enjoyed were various kinds of alcohol, as well as coffee.

As for the barley tea Russell was drinking now, it was a favorite among serfs and common folk. Roasted until golden brown, all it needed was hot water to steep out a rich brew, making it an excellent remedy for the summer heat and fatigue.

Russell didn’t like soup-tea, milk tea, or coffee; instead, he found the taste of barley tea more to his liking.

“I still have to search Glowing Valley thoroughly later, especially Curved Blade Mountain and Sharp Knife Mountain, to see if there might be any wild tea leaves,” Russell thought, sipping the barley tea, “This barley tea gets tiresome after a while.”

Sipping his tea,

Russell absentmindedly opened a book that was lying on the table, titled “Song of the Volcano,” by an anonymous author.

“Hmm, I was reading this before heading to the Snowfield for battle, didn’t finish it.” Russell recalled the book, a folk tale turned into an epic about the hero Knight Sigruft, “I remember reading up to where Sigruft falls in love with the princess.”

Having nothing better to do, Russell continued where he had left off in the epic.

He had expected yet another cliché tale of a hero who rides a Great Dragon, beds a princess, saves a kingdom, and ascends to the pinnacle of life.

But as he read on, it became increasingly entertaining.

After falling in love with the princess, Sigruft did not ascend to the pinnacle of life but instead turned into the princess’s lapdog. He led battles on the frontier for her, took down her rivals, and helped her secure the throne of the kingdom.

After agreeing to ascend to the throne, the princess married Sigruft.

However, after she inherited the crown and became the first queen of the kingdom, she cruelly abandoned Sigruft. She tricked him into going to the mouth of the volcano and then pushed him into the scorching magma.

Sigruft died, but not completely.

His soul arrived at the depths of the volcano, in a great palace made of magma, where the kingdom’s Great Dragon lived.

He told the Great Dragon about the queen’s evil deeds and swore revenge on both her and the entire kingdom.

The Great Dragon, infected by Sigruft’s hatred, broke the contract it had with the queen. Then, carrying Sigruft’s soul, Sigruft turned into a ball of flame, enveloping the Great Dragon in fire.

The souls of the man and dragon scorched each other, forever stuck together.

Then.

The volcano began to erupt, and together, Sigruft and the Great Dragon destroyed the kingdom’s capital and then burned the queen to death.

After that, the Great Dragon and Sigruft left this ugly realm.

Without the protection of the Great Dragon’s power, the volcano that should have nourished the entire kingdom gradually extinguished. All the warm lands began to cool, and bitter cold carrying blizzards swept through all the noble territories. Soon the entire country was encased in ice.

Thus, the kingdom was called the “Lost Kingdom.”

And Sigruft, the knight who walked out of the Lost Kingdom, riding the Lost Great Dragon, began to wander throughout the Dragon Sleep Continent.

Some say this Dragon Knight and his dragon had died.

Others claim to have seen them; they indeed died, but lived on in hatred. When those with a deep-seated need for revenge called upon them in prayer, Sigruft and the Lost Great Dragon would appear to help them fulfill their vendetta.

Endless in life, ceaseless in death.

“Tsk, tsk, this book isn’t about the pinnacle of a Dragon Knight’s life, it’s about a scorned lover’s tale of revenge,” Russell shook his head, finding that the ancients too knew how to spin stories and that bootlickers meet no good end.

However, after looking down on this anonymous author for a while, Russell suddenly thought of something else.

“Is there a possibility that Sigruft and the Lost Great Dragon actually existed?”

If it wasn’t for the presence of the Little Dream Dragon, Russell might never have realized that dragons don’t just exist in one form.

The Shadowflame Dragon of the Grand Ducal family, protecting everyone in a whole country, is the most traditional kind of dragon.

But the Little Dream Dragon is also a dragon.

“If a ‘dream dragon’ like the Little Dream Dragon can exist, then it’s not impossible for Sigruft and the Lost Great Dragon to have evolved a ‘revenge form’… Even if Sigruft and the Lost Great Dragon are just a story, the revenge dragon might not be nonexistent.”

Unfortunately, such a question is definitely without an answer; the entire Shadowflame Duchy revolves around only one Shadowflame Dragon.

Apart from a few people like Princess Anxia, most probably have never seen a second dragon.

Even the vast majority of people don’t know that outside the Shadowflame Duchy, there are other countries; the Shadowflame Duchy is their entire life.

“The Shadowflame Duchy is too small…” Russell shook his head, took a sip of his now-cold barley tea, and gazed out the window in a daze, “Not to mention Glowing Valley, let alone my Wuyao Snake Manor… It can’t contain my heart.”

Sooner or later, Russell would ride the now-grown and visible Little Dream Dragon to travel the entire Dragon Sleep Continent and experience all the dragons and their legends.

If he had the chance, he’d also like to visit the homeland of the Snow Demons.

“We’re all visitors from other realms, so it makes sense to drop by each other’s places, right?” Russell grinned and chuckled.