Chapter 230: Brother and Sister, a Dream, Slaanesh?

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Brother and Sister, a Dream, Slaanesh?

"Cecilia, do you understand...?"

Elvira sobbed, her voice catching.

"Right now, in the main line of the Royal Family, it’s just me and my sister. And I’m the one who’s destined to inherit the throne."

Although Elvira’s older sister was her senior, the purity of the Red Dragon Bloodline she inherited was far inferior to Elvira’s, who possessed the aptitude of a "Crimson Crown Dragon."

This meant that from the moment of her birth, the Elder Council had already decided that Elvira would be the next Queen of the Iris Kingdom.

However,

The blood of a Dragon Descendant was biologically exclusive.

This was a flaw stemming from the way Dragon Descendants acquired their bloodline.

If two individuals with equally high concentrations of the Red Dragon Bloodline were to unite,

their blood would not only fail to merge but would even treat the other’s as the greatest threat invading its territory.

There was only one outcome for such a union.

They would be absolutely incapable of producing any offspring.

"...And the throne needs an heir."

At that moment, Elvira’s heart was filled with despair.

As the heir to the throne, even if she had the right to pursue love, she could not selfishly allow the Pandragon Clan’s rule to end with her generation.

A Queen incapable of producing an heir could never secure the foundations of the Kingdom. It would only lead to a more brutal civil war and division.

However, the grief-stricken Princess had no idea of the truth.

The Red Dragon Bloodline within Lance was a miracle created entirely by his system.

It wasn’t hereditary in any way.

He and Elvira couldn’t be more unrelated; they didn’t share even the slightest hint of a blood connection.

Sometimes, a cheat being too powerful could indeed bring unexpected troubles to the uninformed.

Elvira felt that her first love—a tiny seed that had just sprouted a green shoot in the soil—hadn’t even had a chance to bask in the sun.

Instead, the invisible hand of fate had ruthlessly ripped it out by the roots, delivering a death sentence.

However,

just as Elvira was drowning in sorrow, unable to pull herself out,

Cecilia’s next words completely dumbfounded the tear-streaked Princess.

Cecilia extended a slender hand, gently patting Elvira’s back, which was heaving with sobs.

"Elvira, since the problem is with the bloodline and having children,"

"doesn’t that mean that as long as we can find some kind of High Tier Magic Potion, or an Alchemy that can alter bloodlines,"

"as long as we can solve this problem of bloodline rejection, then there’s nothing stopping you from being together, right?"

Elvira’s head shot up.

Teardrops still clung to her face, her emerald eyes wide and round.

She stared blankly at her calm-faced best friend, even wondering if the fighting in the Star Realm had left her with auditory hallucinations.

"But... but Cecilia..."

Elvira stammered, trying to remind her.

"We’re both pure-blooded Red Dragons! That means we’re brother and sister!"

After all, pure-blooded Red Dragon Descendants were only found among the Pandragon Clan’s descendants, and even then, only within the Royal Family.

In Elvira’s eyes, Lance had to be her father’s illegitimate son.

Faced with the Princess’s shock,

Cecilia merely tilted her head slightly, her beautiful red eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

This matter-of-fact question rendered Elvira completely silent.

Looking at her best friend’s open and honest expression,

Elvira suddenly understood.

’How could I have forgotten!’

The girl sitting in front of her was a Sub-human Species with Half-Elf blood!

The Elf Species never used bloodline, status, or even worldly ethics as criteria for choosing a partner.

Elves only valued the resonance of souls.

As long as two souls could fit together perfectly, understanding and relying on one another,

then all the rules and obstacles of this world were as light as dust in the face of pure love.

Those Minstrels loved to call the love of the Elf Species "a fiery romance."

Because this romance, by its very nature, carried a kind of obsession that could ignore everything else.

Seeing that Elvira didn’t object, Cecilia continued to coax her in that gentle voice.

"Perhaps no one even knows he exists?"

"After all, it’s been over a decade."

"As long as no one knows, and we solve the bloodline conflict, won’t everything else just fall into place?"

Elvira sat stunned on the bed.

On one hand, the education in Royal Authority she’d received since childhood was setting off alarm bells in her mind, telling her that Cecilia’s words were an outrageous trampling of noble dignity and law.

But on the other hand,

as she carefully followed her friend’s logic, she found herself thinking that the proposal... didn’t seem to have any major logical flaws?

’As long as I solve those two problems, everything can be resolved...’

She muttered to herself.

"You... you seem to be... making a lot of sense..."

Elvira murmured, the emptiness in her eyes gradually being replaced by a dangerous light.

The innate desire for control over all things, a part of her Red Dragon Bloodline, began to reawaken within her.

’I just have to figure out a way to hide it from my stubborn father and mother, secretly bring Lance back, and hide him somewhere secret.’

’After a decade or so, once I’ve taken power and officially inherited the throne, no one in the entire Kingdom will be able to stop me.’

’Yes! That’s the plan!’

’However...’

Elvira bit her lip as the terrifying destructive power Lance had displayed in battle flashed through her mind.

’Lance’s power is just too great. An Ordinary dungeon definitely wouldn’t hold him.’

’It seems the place I hide him will have to be built with the highest-grade Alchemy Materials.’

’And a few hundred Technique Arrays should make it secure.’

But just as she was joyfully plotting her future,

a crucial problem suddenly doused her spirits like a bucket of cold water.

Because back then, during the final moments in the Star Realm Canyon, Lance had beaten her so brutally.

Coupled with the immense psychological shock of discovering that he was also a Red Dragon,

she hadn’t managed to ask him before being forcibly teleported out of the Star Realm.

’Where in the world does Lance live?!’

’This is a huge problem!’

The Iris Kingdom was vast, with numerous Provinces, not to mention the wilderness and mountain ranges in the borderlands.

Without knowing his specific identity or where he lived...

’Where should I even begin to look?’

’Or maybe...’

Elvira looked up at the starry sky outside her window.

’Will Lance, like a brilliant star, suddenly appear before the continent one day in a dazzling display?’

...

While the two young women in the Royal Capital were agonizing over him,

Lance, far away in White River City, was already on his way home.

He was sitting comfortably on a massive river ferry.

The ticket for this ferry had, of course, been arranged in advance by that extremely considerate Records Officer, Ilya.

Not only were all fees waived, but he had even been given the most luxurious high-class cabin on the entire vessel.

The cabin was furnished with a thick, waterproof, and moisture-proof carpet, as well as a large, shock-absorbing bed fixed to the hull. Lying on it, one could barely feel the rocking from the river, making it exceptionally comfortable.

「A few hours earlier.」

Immediately after the Heroic Spirit Baptism officially ended, he had followed Ilya to the underground treasury of the Veterans’ Hospital.

He was there to cash in on the promise of compensatory Enchanted Equipment.

Faced with a warehouse filled with a dazzling array of Enchanted Equipment,

Lance discreetly activated his newly acquired [Royal Armory] Protection. From among the suitable equipment, he selected the piece with the highest "Resistance Threshold," since "Resistance Threshold" was an indicator of an item’s quality.

However, he didn’t choose to bind it on the spot.

He planned to take it back to Gray Rock Town first and have the worldly-wise Uncle Rein take a look at it.

Only after confirming there were no problems with the equipment would he decide whether to keep it for himself.

And now, Lance, who should have been enjoying a sweet dream on the comfortable bed, was sitting bolt upright.

His face was a mask of astonishment; he was questioning his very existence.

There was a simple reason for this.

Just a moment ago, he had groggily fallen asleep.

But then, something absurd happened.

He had a dream again.

And the content of the dream was the same one he’d had yesterday in the high-end suite in White River City!

The scene in the dream was still that room filled with a suggestive atmosphere.

Even the character was the same: the "Literary Girl" from Violet Academy, Yvette, wearing black stockings and glasses.

But Yvette’s attitude in today’s dream was a world of difference from yesterday’s.

Yesterday, she had acted like an interrogator in control of the dream.

Today, the moment he entered the dream, her level of cooperation was frighteningly high. You could say she was his to command.

No matter what ridiculous requests he made, not only did she accept them all, but she even proactively unlocked some positions he had only ever seen in adult films from his past life.

But she tired out quickly.

A classic case of someone who loves to play but is terrible at it.

But!

How could a person possibly have such a lewd dream, with perfectly coherent content and characters, for two consecutive nights in completely different environments?

It completely defied common sense!

Therefore, in the dream, while she was twitching intermittently from some intense stimulation,

Lance chose to wake up early.

The moment he opened his eyes,

the second absurd, scalp-numbing situation appeared.

He habitually summoned his system panel to check his status.

At the very bottom of his character status, in the buff bar that had previously been empty,

there was now a status icon emitting a faint pink glow.

[Nightmare Saturation (Slaanesh): 0.4%]

Lance stared at this line of text, feeling a muscle in his eye twitch violently.

First of all, why was this a buff?

Second, why the FUCK was it Slaanesh?