How To Break Qaq If The Dragon Catches The Wrong Person? Chapter 4

Chapter 4 The Royal Chamber

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ovi paused, instantly understanding most of his friend’s intentions.

The Fes Empire was originally an insignificant small country.

Its national strength was weak, and its resources were not abundant, making it a rather unremarkable presence on the entire Ers Continent.

But a few hundred years ago, for reasons unknown, Fes suddenly gained the opportunity to intermarry with the Dragon Race—and this alliance has continued to the present day.

No one knows how the Fes royalty managed this, but it is clear that with the help of the Dragon Race, this once-ordinary small country has grown stronger day by day. Now, it subtly gives the impression of being second only to one and above ten thousand.

Although it still cannot compare to Velen, it is already a formidable opponent for all other nations besides Velen.

If the Dragon Race were added to the equation, it wouldn’t be impossible for Fes to rival Velen.

Because of this, Fes has been restless in recent years, constantly engaging in minor skirmishes with surrounding small countries. Its ambition seems to be growing, and it even hints at provoking conflict with Velen, making numerous subtle moves.

“Just because of that, you detained… you kept their Dragon?” Ovi sounded slightly disapproving. “No matter what, that Little Dragon is the Crown Prince of the Dragon Race.”

“If you offend the Dragon Race, be careful not to overreach and ruin things.”

“I won’t,” Kairis said. “I know my limits.”

“I am truly curious about what kind of deal Fes made with the Dragon Race to sustain this almost one-sided, bottomless commitment for hundreds of years,” he continued after a pause.

As he spoke, Kairis suddenly frowned slightly, thinking of something, but quickly relaxed his expression. He then picked up the official document beside him and began reading it again.

Ovi was silent for a moment, then let out a breath and said lightly, “Have it your way. After all, the decisions of our esteemed Prince are not something we subjects can influence.”

Kairis looked at him expressionlessly.

Ovi instinctively felt that he was about to be punished, so he wisely changed the subject.

“What about the Little Dragon?” he asked with some curiosity.

Kairis scribbled a note on the paper and casually replied, “In the royal chamber.”

After speaking, he waited a long time but received no response from his friend.

Sensing something was amiss, Kairis raised his eyes.

He saw Ovi looking at him with an expression that spoke volumes.

Seeing Kairis look over, Ovi shook his head with a complicated look, his face suggesting he was seeing Kairis for the first time.

Kairis’s brow twitched.

“Prince, I never thought you were this kind of person,” Ovi sighed. “Not only did you detain him, but you want to play the whole part…”

Kairis: “…”

He silently took a deep breath, then pressed the call bell beside him, unable to tolerate it any longer.

The Palace Guard outside the door appeared before Kairis the next moment, bowing respectfully. “Your Highness, how may I serve you?”

Kairis was expressionless. “Please escort Viscount Ovi back to his estate and instruct the Duke to discipline him properly.”

“Yes.” The Palace Guards, accustomed to this, skillfully took Ovi, one on each side, and unceremoniously escorted him out.

This was the first time Mian had entered the castle where the human royalty lived, a place he had only heard about in rumors.

Leading him slightly ahead was a middle-aged man named Sasha.

He had a curly beard, and his demeanor was proper and elegant. His pace was neither fast nor slow, utterly flawless.

Kairis had separated from them after handing Mian over to Sasha. Mian walked behind him, looking around with great curiosity, finding everything novel.

Human objects were much more refined than theirs.

“How should I address you?”

As Mian was observing, Sasha suddenly spoke, his voice polite and courteous.

Mian withdrew his gaze and stated his name.

“Young Master Mian.” Sasha merely nodded, maintaining his composure and asking no further questions.

Even though he was extremely curious about the background of the rather plainly dressed boy in front of him.

This was the first time the Prince had brought a stranger to live in the Palace since he had grown up.

And judging by the arrangement, it seemed he would be staying for quite some time.

In a few short words, the two arrived before a tall, ornate door. Sasha stopped, pushed the door open for Mian, and bowed slightly. “This is the residence His Highness has arranged for you.”

Mian walked in, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight inside. He let out a soft gasp.

The room was vast, adorned everywhere with complex, beautiful patterns. From the bedding on the bed, the style of the carpet, the color of the curtains, to the pattern of the floor tiles—every detail was exquisite.

Despite this richness, the harmonious combination of styles and colors prevented the overall look from being chaotic or jarring. Instead, it conveyed extreme luxury, perfectly befitting the status of royalty.

It was very different from the Dragon Race.

While Mian was observing the royal chamber, Sasha brought a set of clothes and respectfully said, “Young Master Mian, would you like to bathe first?”

Mian readily accepted, taking the clothes from his hand. Remembering something, he asked, “Where is Kairis?”

Sasha was momentarily stunned to hear him address the Prince by name, but his strong professional training allowed him to quickly recover. He lowered his head and answered respectfully, “His Highness is currently attending to important State Affairs.”

“When will he be finished?” Mian asked, unconsciously rubbing the high-quality fabric in his hand, slightly embarrassed. “Did… did he say when he would come to find me?”

Sasha paused, then subtly and quickly assessed the boy in front of him.

Could this young man be…?

He immediately reminded himself that it was not his place to speculate. Sasha collected his thoughts and replied humbly, “His Highness has his own schedule, and we have no right to guess. Perhaps you could wait a moment?”

Mian nodded.

And so, he waited until the moon hung high in the sky.

Due to leaving the Palace during the day, numerous State Affairs quickly piled up. By the time Kairis finished dealing with them, it was late at night. He rubbed his temples with slight fatigue, rose from behind his desk, put on his coat, and left the Royal Study.

As he neared the door of his own royal chamber, he suddenly remembered something, changed direction, and walked toward another room.

Stopping at the door of that room, he dismissed the Royal Steward and pushed the door open himself.

The room was unlit, so the moonlight streaming through the window was the only source of light, though it wasn’t too dark.

Kairis spotted the person—the Dragon—he was looking for immediately.

The Little Dragon was sitting up against the headboard, eyes slightly narrowed, his head nodding in the air from exhaustion. He didn’t even notice that someone had suddenly entered the room.

Kairis walked up to Mian and watched him silently for a while, arms crossed.

Perhaps because the arrival was so sudden, the Palace staff hadn’t had time to prepare new clothes in the appropriate size, so the person was wearing Kairis’s old clothes.

After being cleaned up, the Little Dragon’s pampered, naive, and sheltered demeanor became even more obvious.

…He was a genuine fool, inside and out.

Allowing his thoughts to wander aimlessly for a moment, Kairis returned to the present. Seeing that the person in front of him still hadn’t noticed him, he felt a little helpless.

Truly defenseless.

So, he gave a light cough.

Mian trembled at the sudden noise, and the accumulated sleepiness instantly scattered. He subconsciously looked up toward the source of the sound and met the gaze of Kairis, who had been standing by the bed for an unknown amount of time.

In the darkness, the deep purple in Kairis’s eyes was less noticeable, appearing closer to a deep black. Coupled with his perpetually expressionless face, he seemed somewhat cold.

Mian hadn’t fully woken up. Seeing this sight, he quietly shrank his neck, feeling a little chilly.

Seeing that Mian was looking at him, Kairis lowered his arms.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked after a moment.

“I was waiting for you,” Mian said, relieved, now fully awake. “Why did you take so long to come find me?”

The boy sounded slightly soft and unconsciously spoiled, like someone who had just woken up.

“Waiting for me to do what?” Kairis looked down at him, asking calmly, still with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

“You still don’t know my name,” Mian said, sitting on the bed and looking up at him.

His green eyes looked very bright under the moonlight.

It seemed the room had gained another light source besides the moon.

Kairis was silent for a while.

Mian continued to look at him, not speaking.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

After an unknown amount of time, Kairis spoke first.

“So, what is your name?” He seemed to have given in, asking the question that the person whose eyes were clearly screaming “Ask me now” wanted to hear.

“My name is Mian,” Mian answered seriously, looking at him.

From this angle, his eyes looked like they held a crescent of deep green.

“Mian,” Kairis repeated softly, his expression in the darkness hard to discern.

After a pause, he said, “I know.”

After another moment of silence, Kairis’s voice sounded again, seemingly deliberately devoid of any intimacy. “Get up early tomorrow. You need to meet the King and Queen.”

The sudden presence of a new person in the Royal Palace was not a small matter, especially a member of the Dragon Race. It was only right that everyone in the Palace should be informed.

Even though this Little Dragon seemed utterly harmless… the one with malicious intent was actually him.

Thinking this, Kairis cleared his throat, suppressing that subtle and unfamiliar emotion in his heart, and said flatly, “Rest early.”

With that, he turned to leave.

But his sleeve was tugged.

Kairis glanced at the pale, delicate fingers resting on his cuff, quickly withdrew his gaze with practiced restraint, and looked at their owner.

Mian was still looking up at him.

After a moment of eye contact, Kairis spoke. “Is there anything else?”

“Are… are you not going to stay here with me?”

Mian looked at him with a mixture of seriousness and confusion.

He was genuinely asking.

Kairis: “…”

He fell silent, and in that silence, he suddenly recalled the words his friend had spoken in the Royal Study earlier that day.

This time, Kairis’s silence lasted particularly long.

It was so long that Mian began to suspect that his phrasing was wrong and that the person in front of him hadn’t understood. Just as he was about to repeat himself, the Prince, who was close to becoming a statue, finally spoke again.

“…It’s not time yet,” he said, looking remarkably calm.

Mian was momentarily stunned, then nodded, seemingly accepting the statement as fact, though he was utterly confused.

“Oh, then rest well.”

Whatever he says must be right, Mian thought, quietly pulling the quilt over himself and watching Kairis’s steady retreating figure.

After all, he didn’t understand these things very well.

That night, no one knew who Viscount Ovi had offended to be secretly beaten by specially assigned thugs while he slept.