Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 72: A Storm of Blood and Tears

Dragon queen gaze swept the battlefield, lingering on Kael.

For the briefest moment, her expression softened.

"Sister," Zarenth whispered, blood trailing from his lips as he lay battered on the ground. "She’s here…"

The figure known as "Father" narrowed his eyes, his smirk faltering for the first time.

"You…" he hissed, his voice laced with venom.

Sephina took a step forward, her aura suffocating in its intensity.

Her mere presence felt as though the heavens themselves had descended to the mortal realm.

She looked down at Kael, her son, broken but alive.

And then she spoke.

"You dare to lay a hand on my ch—"

Sephina’s said but she stopped mid-sentence.

Her golden eyes scanned the battlefield and landed on Zarenth, her brother, broken and bloodied on the ground.

"…my brother," she finished, her voice trembling with restrained fury.

Her gaze sharpened, locking onto the remaining figures that had terrorized the battlefield.

The one called "Father" stood unmoving, his confidence slowly slipping into caution.

And then, she moved.

In an instant, she was among them, a blur of golden light and dragonic might.

SPLASH-SPLASH

The battlefield became a storm of death, her attacks so swift and precise that it seemed as though time itself bent to her will.

One by one, the figures fell. Beheading, incineration, obliteration—her strikes left no room for survival.

The immortal monsters dissolved into ash under the weight of her aura.

Tharion raised his weapon, trembling.

"Stay back!" he shouted, his voice cracking.

But before he could make a move, his head was severed from his body, his lifeless form crumpling to the ground.

The one called "Father" stepped forward, his composure breaking.

"Your Majesty, please! Spare me!" he pleaded, dropping to his knees. "They acted on their own! I had no control—"

Sephina didn’t let him finish.

With a flick of her wrist, his head flew from his shoulders, and his body collapsed, lifeless.

The battlefield fell silent, the storm she had brought settling into an eerie calm.

Kael stared in disbelief.

Relief washed over him, but it was quickly swallowed by a tidal wave of emotions that he could no longer suppress.

The world around Kael began to blur, the edges of his vision trembling as if reality itself was crumbling.

His body felt heavy, but it was his heart that bore the real weight.

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Tears streamed down his face, unbidden and unstoppable.

This wasn’t Kael the warrior.

This was Kael the child— The Real Kael.

The child who had long buried his pain, now forced to confront it in the presence of the one person he had yearned for his entire life.

Even on the edge of death… even when I was lying there, defeated… she didn’t call for me.

My son.

The thought clawed at his mind, his chest tightening with anguish.

’What is she so scared of? Isn’t she the strongest in the world?,’

Kael’s hands trembled as he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

’I trained every day.

I didn’t take breaks.

I didn’t make excuses.

I pushed myself to the brink again and again.’

The memories of his relentless training surfaced, each one a reminder of his desperate need for her acknowledgment.

I did it all for her.

For my mother to look at me and say, "You are my son."

But she didn’t.

Not once.

Kael’s tears fell harder, his sobs shaking his entire frame.

He had told himself he didn’t care.

That Now he didn’t need her recognition.

That he could live his life without her acknowledgement.

I forgave her for neglecting me. Or did I?

The question burned in his mind, tearing apart the walls he had built to protect himself.

Maybe I didn’t forgive her.

Maybe I just gave up.

Maybe I told myself I didn’t need her because I couldn’t bear the thought that she didn’t need more.

’I trained.

I fought.

I bled.

I endured all of it, hoping—no, praying—that one day, you’d look at me and say, ’That’s my son infront of whole world .’

Then Suddenly a realisation hit him hard.

"Lira , Oliver ," kael shouted.

.

Sephina turned slowly, her gaze falling on the broken battlefield.

Half of the students had started to stir, regaining consciousness, while the others lay motionless, still caught in their fragile state.

All of them, awake or unconscious, shared one thought: This is her. Dragon Queen Sephina.

The most powerful figure in the world stood before them, a living legend.

Kael sat on the ground, his face buried in Lumia’s shoulder as tears continued to fall.

Lumia, despite her own injuries, held him tightly, her hands trembling as she embraced him.

"Hey, don’t cry, Kael," Lumia whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

She didn’t understand the full depth of his pain, but she could feel its weight.

She cried with him, hoping her warmth could somehow ease the storm within him.

Sephina’s eyes scanned the scene.

Her expression, initially steely and composed, softened as they landed on Kael.

"Amelia," Sephina called calmly.

The figure of Amelia, her trusted companion, appeared beside her.

Sephina pointed toward the two injured students and Zarenth’s.

"See to them," she commanded.

Amelia wasted no time.

She assessed the students’ injuries and tended to Zarenth with precision, but her eyes kept drifting toward Kael.

Sephina moved with deliberate steps, stopping a few feet from Kael.

"....Kael," she said, her voice faltering for the first time in decades.

Her usually unshakable demeanor cracked, tears beginning to well in her golden eyes.

The students gasped in unison.

Dragon Queen Sephina… crying?

Kael didn’t move.

He remained silent, his face a mask of exhaustion and pain.

"Kael…" Sephina tried again, her tone softer, more desperate.

When there was still no response, Sephina closed the gap between them, kneeling in front of him.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Kael lifted his head from Lumia’s embrace and looked directly at Sephina.

His expression was unreadable, his face pale and weary.

He gently removed Lumia’s arms and stood, swaying slightly from exhaustion.

"Yes, Your Highness," Kael replied flatly, his tone devoid of any warmth.

The words struck Sephina harder than any blade ever could.

Her chest tightened, her heart heavy.

"I—" she began, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Clack.

Kael’s hand swatted hers away.

"Don’t touch me," he said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

A collective gasp rippled through the students.

They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.

Kael, the one who always kept his composure, had just rejected the touch of the Dragon Queen.

Sephina’s face froze, her golden eyes widening in shock.

Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before falling limply to her side.

The world seemed to crumble around her.

Kael took a step back, his exhaustion evident in every movement.

His voice was low but steady as he spoke.

"I am not your—"

He didn’t finish. His body swayed, and his knees buckled.

"Kael!" Lumia cried, rushing forward just as he collapsed.

Sephina remained frozen, staring at Kael’s unconscious form.

Her heart felt as though it had been torn from her chest.

The words he hadn’t said echoed in her mind, unfinished but clear.

Around them, the students exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the tense exchange they had just witnessed.....