Vol. 5 Ch. 96

In Sky City, Leon and Rosvisser stood side by side before the Twilight Tower, gazing up at the grand structure that dominated the city’s center.

“How do you plan to probe the Tower Master?” Rosvisser asked.

“It’s simple.” Leon lowered his gaze to the grand entrance of the tower’s first floor. “If Dr. Rachel wasn’t sent by the Tower Master to lure us here, then she wouldn’t know the true purpose of our visit today.”

“So?” Rosvisser tilted her head slightly.

“We’ll take it slow. No matter what happens, don’t rush. Just observe the Tower Master’s reactions,” Leon explained, his tone calm yet confident. “If he’s truly growing impatient, he’ll undoubtedly reveal something in his words.”

Rosvisser nodded. “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

“And we’ll apply some pressure on him,” Leon added with a sly grin.

“Pressure? What kind of pressure?”

Leon chuckled softly and turned to Rosvisser, flashing her a cryptic smile.

Seeing that smile, Rosvisser squinted knowingly. After eight years of marriage, there was no need for words. A single glance, a single expression, was enough to understand each other’s thoughts.

Especially for a pair of scheming partners like them— it had been far too long since they’d conspired against someone together.

Today, the Tower Master was in for a treat.

Inside the Twilight Tower’s Audience Hall

The Tower Master, Dimothy, had dismissed all attendants and guards, leaving only Leon, Rosvisser, and himself in the grand chamber.

“King of the Silver Dragons, Your Highness, please have a seat,” Dimothy said warmly as he approached to greet them.

Leon and Rosvisser exchanged polite pleasantries before sitting down.

“This is tea from the Gold Sand Dragon Clan, a specialty of Morgan. Its flavor is rich yet not overwhelming. He gifted me some recently, and I’ve been saving it for a special occasion. Please, try it,” the Tower Master offered, pouring them each a steaming cup.

His hospitality seemed genuine, but Leon and Rosvisser noted that it bordered on excessive. Dimothy’s eagerness betrayed his anticipation—or perhaps even desperation—for this visit.

“Thank you for the kind hospitality,” Leon replied graciously, though neither he nor Rosvisser touched their tea.

Tea often signified the beginning of negotiations, and they weren’t about to jump into Dimothy’s rhythm without first testing the waters.

After a few moments of sipping his own tea, Dimothy leaned forward slightly and asked,

“So, what brings the two of you to visit today?”

Leon smiled but offered a nonchalant response.

“Oh, nothing much. Things have been peaceful lately, and we haven’t made any progress on the matter of Ultimate Fear. We thought we’d stop by and pay you a visit—nothing urgent.”

Dimothy was momentarily taken aback but quickly recovered, laughing heartily.

“You honor me with your presence, Your Highness. Sky City and the Twilight Tower are always open to you.”

He took another slow sip of his tea, his movements deliberate, as though waiting for Leon and Rosvisser to bring up their real purpose.

But the couple remained silent, exchanging only occasional glances and subtle gestures of affection.

The more Leon and Rosvisser ignored the Tower Master’s attempts to guide the conversation, the more restless he became.

The tension grew palpable. Dimothy’s carefully constructed plan to control the narrative was unraveling before his eyes, and Leon knew it.

Minutes passed in heavy silence, broken only by the sound of tea being sipped.

Leon:

Sips tea.

Rosvisser:

Nods thoughtfully.

Dimothy:

Sweats nervously.

Ten minutes later—

Leon:

Looks at his cup.

“This tea is excellent.”

Rosvisser:

Smiles sweetly.

“Very much so!”

Dimothy:

Puts down his empty teapot, visibly exasperated.

The scene resembled a game of romantic indifference, where Dimothy played the role of a hopeful suitor desperately seeking attention, only to be ignored.

Finally, unable to endure the silence any longer, Dimothy sighed heavily, breaking the tension.

“So, Your Highness… you’ve already realized the truth about Dr. Rachel, haven’t you?”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.”

Dimothy shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“I should’ve known nothing escapes the Silver Prince. Forgive my clumsy machinations.”

“My curious nature tends to make me overly suspicious,” Leon replied smoothly.

Dimothy waved a hand dismissively. “According to Dr. Rachel, Your Highness has been troubled by nightmares. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Leon confirmed.

Dimothy’s expression grew serious. “The fact that these dreams have reached your ears—and that you’ve come seeking answers—suggests that they may be linked to the Ultimate Fear.”

The Tower Master’s urgency implied that Leon’s nightmares were of great significance. After all, their collaboration revolved entirely around the threat of Ultimate Fear.

“Are you familiar with the ancient prophecies of the Dragon Priests?” Dimothy asked.

“Prophecies?” Leon glanced at Rosvisser, who shook her head.

“If you’ve decided to share, Tower Master, spare us the riddles and tell us everything,” Leon said firmly.

Dimothy sighed deeply, acknowledging Leon’s unyielding demeanor.

“Dealing with you truly is a daunting experience, Your Highness. You see through everything.”

“I’ll admit, the pressure isn’t because you’re difficult, but because it’s impossible to outmaneuver you,” Dimothy admitted with a wry smile.

After a moment of hesitation, he revealed,

“There are two truths I’ve been withholding. One concerns your nightmares and the prophecy of the ‘Child of Thunder.’”

He explained that the ancient prophecy foretold the emergence of the Child of Thunder, who would sense the arrival of Ultimate Fear and rise to save the continent of Samael.

“Your nightmares, Your Highness, may be a glimpse of a possible future. But do not mistake them for an inevitable fate. The prophecy assures us that the Child of Thunder will triumph over Ultimate Fear.”

Leon remained impassive. His apparent role as the prophesied savior didn’t faze him. What concerned him more was why Dimothy had hidden this information.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the Child of Thunder earlier? We could’ve prepared more effectively,” Leon asked.

Dimothy shook his head.

“In the previous age, we believed Odin was the prophesied Child of Thunder. We poured all our resources into his training, determined to create the savior who would prevent Ultimate Fear’s return.”

“But we failed. The Child of Thunder cannot be manufactured; they must emerge naturally. Odin nearly lost his life, and we swore never to repeat our mistake. Since then, we’ve waited, trusting that destiny would bring the chosen one to light.”

“So you concealed the prophecy to avoid interfering with fate,” Leon summarized.

Dimothy nodded solemnly.

Leon fell silent, contemplating the implications of Dimothy’s confession. Finally, he asked,

“You mentioned two truths. What’s the second?”

Dimothy stood and gestured toward the spiral staircase leading to the tower’s summit.

“Come with me, Your Highness.”

Leon glanced at Rosvisser and whispered, “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Take care,” she replied.

Following Dimothy to the tower’s peak, Leon gazed out at the breathtaking view of Sky City—a prosperous metropolis built by dragons.

Standing at the edge of the tower, Dimothy looked out over his creation, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Now, Tower Master,” Leon said, joining him. “Tell me the second truth.”

Dimothy turned, his ancient, piercing gaze meeting Leon’s.

“I’ve told you where the Primordial Dragon King slumbers, deep beneath the ruins in the north. But have you ever wondered where Ultimate Fear is sealed?”

Leon’s breath caught as realization dawned. He looked out at Sky City below, then back at Dimothy.

“Don’t tell me… it’s here?!”