How To Break Qaq If The Dragon Catches The Wrong Person? Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Discussion

After Mian left, the room became much quieter.

“No.” Kairis picked up the official documents he had set aside and continued reading, answering lightly when he heard the question.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the paper on the desk where the Little Dragon had casually scribbled a few characters. He paused, then tucked it into the drawer beside him.

“Then what are you doing now?” Ovi recalled Kairis’s actions over the past few days and was completely baffled. “Because he’s a dragon, are you genuinely treating him like a small animal?”

Kairis was noncommittal.

So Ovi automatically took it as an affirmation.

His daily visits to the Royal Palace these days were not intended to probe into the Prince’s romantic life. After receiving a negative answer, he didn’t ask further, instead shifting the topic to something more important.

“So, what is the King’s attitude toward Fes now?” Ovi frowned. “Just letting them continue like this?”

The previous incident had just been resolved, and the news was temporarily sealed by Kairis.

Ovi thought of the people who were still waiting anxiously for the return of their loved ones, unaware that their relatives had already perished in a foreign land. He dropped his usual cynical demeanor, his expression becoming solemn.

“They will pay the price for their actions,” Kairis understood what he meant. After a moment of silence, he answered in a deep voice, “But war causes too many unnecessary casualties. Velen will not do it easily.”

“That may be true, but those citizens…” Ovi was about to say more, but his voice was interrupted again by a knock on the door.

“Prince.” A voice came from outside, belonging to the Royal Steward who served the King. “His Majesty summons you to the Great Hall.”

Ovi had no choice but to stop talking.

The tip of the pen Kairis was using to approve documents paused slightly, then he calmly set it down.

He then rose and pressed the call bell beside him.

Soon, several Palace Guards entered.

“Take these.” Kairis gestured to the documents on the desk. “Pack them all up and bring them with us.”

The Palace Guards exchanged glances. Although they didn’t understand the Prince’s intention, they dutifully stepped forward, busying themselves carrying the mountain of documents.

“Then I won’t join the fun.” Seeing that the King had summoned Kairis, Ovi had no reason to stay, nor did he have the inclination to meet the Emperor. He quickly bid Kairis farewell and slipped away.

In the Great Hall, the King was seated on the Throne, leisurely sipping tea, the atmosphere quite relaxed.

Before long, his son arrived.

However, Kairis did not come alone; he was followed by several Palace Guards—each carrying a towering stack of very noticeable official documents.

“…” The King’s brow twitched.

Kairis noticed his mother sitting beside his father and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had initially thought his father had summoned him to discuss State Affairs, but now it seemed otherwise.

Kairis offered a brief salute to the two on the Throne, then walked to a nearby seat and sat down, intending to listen to what they had to say.

The Royal Steward quickly stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea. Kairis accepted it but did not drink.

“Kairis.” The Queen’s voice rang out from the high seat, gentle and peaceful. “We called you here today because we wanted to discuss your marriage.”

Kairis paused upon hearing this, then frowned slightly. “Mother, I do not plan to marry right now.”

“I know, we are not asking you to marry a Queen right now.” The Queen smiled, exchanged a glance with her husband, and continued, “But you will eventually need a partner… Do you have any girl you like right now?”

“No,” Kairis answered expressionlessly.

“Don’t misunderstand, my son.” The King saw his resistance and felt that his son, at this moment, seemed much more childish than his usual mature and steady self. He chuckled and explained, “We have no intention of interfering with your marriage, but you are now at a suitable age. So your mother and I discussed it and plan to hold a ball for you in a few days.”

“Yes, we will invite some suitable young ladies… But this doesn’t mean you must choose immediately. It’s just for you to meet and get to know each other, alright?”

“If there is a girl who catches your eye, that would be wonderful. If not, there is no pressure,” the Queen added.

Her voice was soothing, seeming to possess a calming magic.

“Father.” Kairis interrupted her, then looked at his father, stating calmly, “You should know that now is not the time to choose a marriage partner for me.”

“Yes.” The King nodded, sighing helplessly. “Yes, I admit it.”

“But this is not entirely your mother’s and my idea.”

After a moment of silence, he sighed. “…The Ministers have been subtly and openly inquiring about this recently. They are all very eager for their Crown Prince to start a family as soon as possible, and the Royal Family’s lack of action is making them anxious.”

“So, this ball is merely being held to give them an explanation.”

Kairis frowned upon hearing this and said nothing more.

“Dear, you only need to attend. We won’t force you to do anything,” his mother’s voice sounded again, carrying a tone of reassurance. “Your father and I respect your wishes. When you find someone you like, just bring her to us. It doesn’t matter if she is a noble or a commoner.”

Kairis lowered his eyes, his expression faint.

“Then it’s settled,” the King said, seeing that he no longer objected. He immediately made the decision and cheerfully prepared to leave.

“Wait.” Kairis suddenly called out to him.

The King looked over. “Is there something else?”

Kairis expressionlessly gestured to the Palace Guards behind him. “Send these to the King’s Royal Study.”

The Palace Guards paused, immediately exchanging nervous glances, then cautiously looking at the King, hesitating whether they should obey the Prince’s command.

“Your Majesty, do you remember that you are the King?” Kairis looked at his father, who was putting on a show of indignation, though mixed with a few subtle hints of guilt. His voice was cold.

“I believe I have received sufficient training,” Kairis announced on his own accord. “Until I ascend the Throne, I have no right to interfere with what you need to approve.”

The King: “…”

In the previous period, to help his father handle State Affairs, Kairis had spent almost every day in the Royal Study until late at night. Now that he had finally handed the duties back to the person who should be doing them, he felt significantly lighter.

It was nearing evening when he left the Great Hall. The sun was mostly hidden by the distant mountains, and the colors of the clouds in the sky were beautiful.

Everyone in the castle was preparing for the night, rushing to light lamps or prepare dinner. They saluted him when they saw him, then returned to their tasks.

Kairis subconsciously started heading back to the Royal Study.

After realizing his mistake, he paused.

Then he changed direction and walked toward Loria’s palace.

Mian, led by Loria, was currently examining an object called a Mirroscope.

It was said that through this device, one could see scenes from a thousand miles away, and when viewing, one would feel a sense of immersion, which was quite magical.

It was not light. The body of the tube was carved with smooth, intricate patterns, making the whole thing look luxurious. It was cool to the touch and had a small aperture at the top for the eye to look through.

“I heard this one shows a view of the Dragon Race,” Loria said excitedly. “Mian Gege, hurry and see if it’s true.”

Mian was also curious, so he raised it, brought it close to the small hole, and looked in.

What came into view was a vibrant small hillside covered in a layer of tender green grass.

It seemed to be a scene from Dragonland in early spring.

Mian curiously held it up, looking around. He found that although the image inside was static, it was incredibly realistic, with views visible from every angle.

In one direction, not far away, he even spotted a member of the Dragon Race who seemed to have accidentally wandered into the frame.

It was indeed a Dragon Race landscape.

As he watched, Mian felt a little homesick.

He wished spring would pass quickly.

A gust of wind suddenly brushed past him. Mian froze, a little surprised.

It really felt immersive. Could he even feel the wind?

Thinking this, he reached out his hand to explore forward.

And then he touched a piece of smooth fabric.

Mian: “?”

He subconsciously fumbled—and then his wrist was seized.

Mian’s knuckles trembled, and he instinctively lowered the Mirroscope in his hand.

He was back in the toy room.

The door had been opened at some point, and Kairis was currently leaning against the doorframe, looking down at him with a calm expression.

Kairis was gripping his hand, and that hand was resting on the fabric covering Kairis’s chest.

As night approached, the evening breeze began to pick up, slightly lifting the strands of hair on Kairis’s forehead.

His posture was straight, his facial features distinct, and his uniform was immaculate, making his entire presence appear very disciplined and stern.

He seemed naturally endowed with the oppressive aura of a superior.

—This was always Kairis’s first impression on people, and it was consistently maintained from start to finish.

But the slight disturbance caused by the wind made him appear marginally softer at this moment.

His dark purple eyes lowered slightly, glancing at the hand still resting on his chest, then lifted again to look at the culprit in front of him.

The culprit was currently spacing out.

Mian was wondering what Kairis looked like when he wasn’t expressionless.

…No, he had seen it.

When this person mocked him.

Thinking of this, Mian silently snapped back to attention.

He then saw Kairis looking at him expectantly.

Following Kairis’s gaze, he saw where his hand was placed. Realizing this, he quickly withdrew it apologetically.

“My apologies,” he said.

Kairis was magnanimous and didn’t hold it against him, walking into the room on his own.

The wrist that had been seized felt slightly warm. Mian rubbed the skin there, feeling a little awkward.