I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 668 A Permission

The room fell into a heavy silence after few minutes because the weight of the problem they have now pressing down on each of them.

Despite the clear urgency to find a solution, no one had any answers.

The crackling of the hearth seemed louder with its soft pops and hisses.

Saeldir sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his usually sharp gaze now clouded with uncertainty.

"The Dragonborn," he murmured, almost to himself, "are veiled in mysteries even to us who have lived centuries. If anything about this... Black Rage exists in our records, I have never encountered it."

Erend crossed his arms with frustration that flickering in his eyes. "So what do we do? I don't want to wait until it takes over one of us during battle."

Aurdis looked up with face drawn with concern. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, not able to find the words that might ease Erend's tension.

Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her gown showing the worry she tried to hide.

Then Erend straightened with jard expression.

"We need to seek guidance to someone else who might know what this is. Maybe we should contact Adrius," he said.

Before the others could respond, Saeldir raised a hand to silence them. His expression was calm but firm.

"Erend, if even I, an Elf Archmage with access to knowledge spanning millennia, cannot answer this question, then it is highly unlikely that anyone else will, even Adrius. The Dragonborn are not of this world, or any world; their secrets are not written in this world's tomes or taught in our history."

Eccar let out a sharp breath with clear frustration. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

Saeldir's gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained steady.

"It is not hopeless. Knowledge is power, but wisdom lies in knowing where and when to seek it. If this rage is as ancient as you say, it may not be written in books or told in stories. It may be buried deep within your lineage, tied to the essence of what makes you Dragonborn."

The room fell silent again, each person lost in their own thoughts.

The firelight danced across their faces, casting flickering shadows that mirrored the uncertainty and fear swirling in their hearts.

Saeldir leaned back slightly, his gaze thoughtful as he said something to broke the silence.

"How about the Dragonborn you mentioned before? Your ancestor, what was his name again?"

"Kaelor," Eccar replied with a sigh. His voice carried a mix of reverence and frustration. "The fact is, we don't even know if we can reach him again before he decides to reach us."

Erend nodded solemnly, his arms crossed.

"Yeah... He told us before that he had used a lot of his Magic energy to suppress our Black Rage before. Even though he didn't say goodbye, we can't be sure if we'll be able to talk to him again, just like Eccar said."

The weight of uncertainty settled over the room once more, wrapping them in a heavy silence. The fire crackled on, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Minutes passed, each of them lost in their thoughts, trying to piece together a solution where none seemed to exist.

Erend pondered this for a while and concluded it might have something to do with them being Dragonborn.

Their kind carried an undeniable air of authority and power and perhaps the Elves were unwilling to risk creating trouble over it.

Or maybe, he thought, the Elves viewed Dragonborn differently than other races after what he had done to help themm and they respecting the ancient lineage and immense power they wielded.

Whatever the case, he decided not to dwell on it too much.

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The days of peace were brief yet cherished but Erend soon wanted to go home, a longing to meet with his sister and mother after his long battle.

His thoughts often wandered to them, and he realized that seeing them would help ground him amidst the chaos of being a Dragonborn.

Aurdis then suggested something that surprised him.

"I'd like to go with you too," she said softly one evening. "It's been so long since I saw your mother and sister. I think it's time we visited them together again."

Erend blinked, slightly taken aback by her proposal but quickly warming to the idea.

"Alright," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But I'll need to ask King Gulben for permission. I don't think he'll take kindly to me whisking you away without his blessing."

Aurdis nodded.

The next morning, Erend made his way to King Gulben's chambers. As Erend stood outside the ornate door, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.

King Gulben sat at a polished desk, his expression neutral as he looked up from a scroll he had been reading.

"Erend," he said. "What brings you here?"

"Your Majesty, I've come to ask for your permission to take Aurdis with me to my world. I want to visit my family, and she said she wanted to come along."

For a moment, silence stretched between them. The King's sharp eyes studied Erend and though his face remained composed, Erend noticed a flicker of something deeper — hesitation, perhaps even discomfort.

King Gulben leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled before him. "Taking my daughter to another world is no small matter."

"I understand, Your Majesty. But I promise you, Aurdis will be safe with me. She wants to meet my family, and I would never let anything happened to her."

The King's expression remained unreadable as he considered Erend's words. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken thoughts inside the king's mind.

Finally, King Gulben sighed.

"I have always known Aurdis to be strong-willed," he said, his voice softer now. "She makes her own choices, and I will not stand in the way of this one. You have my permission, Erend. But know that I will hold you to your word. Her safety is your priority."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I won't let you down," Erend said with relief.

The King gave a faint nod but said nothing more. Erend took it as his cue to leave, stepping out of the chamber.

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