Cecile realized the voice rang out in her head, not her ears. Had the blue phoenix heard it too? Perched on her shoulder, it curled up on itself, trembling, before transforming back into an earring and dropping to the ground.
âEh, whatâs up with you?â Cecile said. Perplexed, she stooped down to pick it up and reattached her earring. She wasnât sure why the bird was acting up all of a sudden, but it was clear that itâd been terrified of the voice.
Inhaling deeply, she summoned her courage to ask the voice a question. âAre these books fireproof?â Perhaps these were extremely precious books enchanted with flame repelling magic. Sheâd heard of something similar done before. Was it possible that all these books were like that? Even so, she was hellbent on burning them all, even if she needed to find a way to break the enchantment.
âTheyâre not books, to begin with,â the voice replied.
The answer was preposterousâif those werenât books, then what were they? Perhaps the incredulity on her face had leaked her thoughts, because the mysterious voice continued its explanation.
âEach volume equates to a single world.â
âWhat? What do you mean the books are worlds?â Cecile asked skeptically. The answer she received was so far beyond her understanding. What did the voice mean by each volume equated to a world? There were mountains of books piled before her. They were innumerable. Was she to really believe that each of those contained a world of its own? Suddenly, she remembered the reason she wished to burn all those books. âNo, rather than thatâwhy do I keep dying in them!â Cecile shouted.
âNot you, Cecile.â
âBut Iâm Cecile!â
âNo, you are the Cecile of âthis worldâ, not the Cecile that died in there.â
The explanations were becoming increasingly incomprehensible. The Cecile of this world? The Cecile that died in there? It was too hard for her to comprehend. âThen, by any chance, are you the one who brought me hereâŠ?â she asked.
âAs if! I didnât even know you were coming here,â the voice roared with laughter.
âIâm sorry, but who are you?â
The voice was speaking as if it knew Cecile well, but no matter how she tried to rack her brains, she had no memories of hearing this voice before. Even though she posed the question, she didnât hold high expectations that it would be answered.
Usually, mysterious voices in places like these wouldnât readily reveal their identities, or would do so in a roundabout manner, as if directly revealing themselves would somehow disrupt a delicate balance that would trigger the worldâs collapse. Secretly, she was looking forward to what fancy riddle the voice would present as a hint to its identity. Instead, she heard a surprising answer.
âThe dragon lord.â
âHoly!â
âWhatâs the matter?â
âBecause a legendary personâs name popped up all of a sudden!â
Cecile had heard of the dragon lordâchief of all dragons. She was famed for her power alone, but was even more renowned for her temper. Traces of her âangerâ still riddled the continent. According to rumors, the continentâs largest mountain, Mount Panar, disappeared overnight because the dragon lord had kicked it in anger. Of course, the simple reveal of the dragon lordâs identity wasnât the only shock for Cecile, because⊠wasnât Girgantia, the dragon that made the imperial chef fry chickens every day, the dragon lordâs son?
âThe problem is, I have Girgantia walking around leashed,â Cecile thought. It seemed highly unlikely the dragon lord would sit still were she to discover her son was going around leashed like a dog.
Shaking her head to clear her mind, she decided to resolve the question that came to her first. âI mean, is it alright to reveal your identity right away?â she asked.
âWhat of it? This is the âlast timeâ after all. How can I go around calling myself a dragon lord if Iâm not even allowed this?â the dragon lord replied indifferently.
âThe last time? What did she mean by that?â Not knowing how to respond, Cecile decided to first introduce herself properly. She bowed her head in a random direction, and said, âAh, I should introduce myself first. A pleasure to meet you. Iâm Cecile Franvier Navitan. Iâve been living with your son recently.â
Would it have been better if Girgantia had been with her? On second thought, that rascal probably wouldâve tattled to the dragon immediately that he was being treated like a dog. Also, hadnât Girgantia said that the dragon lord was dead? Even putting his claims aside, the empireâs history books also documented that the dragon lord had met her end in the Dark Mountain Range eons ago, and all dragons were extinct too. But now⊠it turns out sheâs alive?
âGirgantiaâs at your place?â
âYes. I touched a phantom beast egg not too long ago and Girgantia emerged from it. Iâm technically the empress, so he lives in the imperial palace with me.â
âHe awakened from the egg?â
âYes, somehowâŠâ
âIt must be so tough on you with him being the one to come out.â
âYes, so touâwait, h-how did you know?â
âThe rascal bedeviled me ever since he was in his egg. And thatâs the child I got in my declining years. Ugh! What else would have driven me to kick Mount Panar?â
Cecile almost did a double take. To think that Girgantia was the cause that led to that legendary mountain disappearing! âUm, then⊠may I ask, why are you only sending your voice and not showing yourselfâŠ?â she asked hesitantly.