The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 483 Where is she?

"Why are you hesitating? Enter now! My son can't wait around forever." Lucios announced, shuffling his aged frame forward while ignoring Viola's faint objection.

His granddaughter would handle that issue herself.

The sentries guarding the dark fortress swiftly parted. They showed even deeper respect to Lucios than to the family leader.

The elder led the youthful contenders, with the crowd sticking close to prevent any missteps.

Guidance took them across a heavily fortified yard, past massive twin doors, and along a broad, opulent hallway shrouded in soft shadows.

Arriving at the entrance to the royal chamber, Lucios halted at last, moving to the side.

A simple gesture from his hand swung the doors wide, exposing the vast space within.

Mighty columns in neat lines upheld the main hall, where the roof arched upward in a curved form.

At the peak, it lay fully exposed. Tiny dragon fledglings soared playfully beneath the glow that poured in, brightening the entire chamber.

Across from the entry point of the newcomers rose the seat of the Grand Duke of Vaeldrinn, head of the dragon kin.

It loomed huge, shaped like the gaping maw of a dragon, and upon it perched a figure caressing a flying creature in his arms.

His gaze sharpened open, showing intense crimson pupils that commanded his striking yet somewhat mature features.

He rose to his feet, dark locks tumbling down his robust

frame, while his scarlet horns shimmered under the rays.

"So, this is the one I must eliminate...!" Qingyi quietly scanned Patriarch Vaeldrinn, ceasing as those crimson eyes locked onto him.

Undeniably strong, yet...

A faint smile crossed Qingyi's lips.

Killing him was within his grasp.

It would cost him dearly in blood, but he could absolutely end him.

"A bunch of energetic youths, it appears..." The patriarch muttered with a tongue click.

Such rituals bored him, squandering his valuable hours.

Nevertheless, his sire had insisted he join every one, to evaluate and converse with the fresh talents.

To him, these impure humans deserved no shot at ascending to true nobility, to pureblood status.

With a heavy breath, the patriarch unleashed his presence, weaving in a hint of killing intent before washing it over the group. "Most among you shall falter," he declared, infusing his tone with feigned warmth and dignity.

"Yet for the victors, boundless honor lies ahead. No longer as lowly mortals, but as sovereigns of the heavens!"

Those selected warriors quivered hearing this.

Sovereigns of the heavens, standing equal to the mighty figures they'd admired from a distance in youth.

That dream consumed them all.

The patriarch pressed on with his address for several drawn-out moments, filling it with tales of might and inspiration.

He bestowed tokens upon the youths prior to dismissing them

at last.

Joy surged through everyone, save for Qingyi naturally.

His expression remained icy, thoughts drifting far

elsewhere.

"Prepared, my dear?" he whispered mentally, aiming the query at Ruxue.

The ethereal maiden understood this wasn't meant for her. After brief pause, a familiar cheerful tone responded.

"Yes, hubby!"

***

Several kilometers off, at the flying island's northern edge,

rose an estate.

Spacious for scores of attendants and throngs of visitors, boasting quarters fit for royalty.

Practice halls, a brook ideal for angling, plus a secluded playhouse.

Yet all lay unused.

The grounds stood deserted, tended by just five retainers alongside their lord.

Seraphine Vaeldrinn Valerio. Offspring of the reigning dragon elf patriarch and scion of the esteemed lineage governing the

Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn from its inception.

She lounged beneath a blooming cherry. Her dainty bare soles dipped into the flowing brook nearby.

Eyes shut, she contemplated in peace amid the melody of birds.

A palm rested on her bosom, sensing the vigorous pulse within. Odd sensations stirred her, though pleasantly so.

Her face flushed deeper than normal, warmth blooming positively in her heart.

"My lady...

A call rang out from Seraphine's rear, prompting her swift turn.

Kneeling there was a female in sturdy ebony plating.

"I have selected a contender... One who appears alien to our realm, yet..." Viola's speech faltered.

"What?" Seraphine leaped up.

Lifelong companion to this protector, she read her clearly. Such reluctance signaled a major event.

"Lord Lucios sought him as apprentice, proposing matrimony to a granddaughter. But the youth rejected it outright, insisting instead on serving solely as your

champion."

Oddity twisted Seraphine's features hearing

this.

Reject Lucios? Her own grandsire? Who would dare such folly?

"When pressed, he claimed prior acquaintance with you." Viola's follow-up dropped Seraphine's expression.

"Where is he?" Seraphine demanded.

"Young lady, prior to presenting him, I must ensure your security. Suppose he's threat- "

"Summon him immediately. Now." Seraphine commanded, her tone firm as she cut Viola short.

The sentinel bowed low, quaking slightly, yet yielded in the end.

Rising, she departed the garden, returning with a male companion.

"Leave us be..." Seraphine requested upon spotting him.

Altered from their initial encounter, from the glimpse via her faint link to his soul shard in her domain.

Still, recognition dawned. No matter how he'd triumphed over trials to gain such swift strength, he was the one sought.

Long Qingyi, the fairest male ever to grace her sight and the choice of her sibling.

Viola parted her mouth to protest her lady's choice, but the gaze silenced her, prompting retreat. Seraphine gulped, moisture gathering in her eyes. "My sister... Elize... Where is she?"