The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 491 Unfinished business

Scarcely had Seraphine stepped beyond the doors of her mansion when she froze entirely, her form going rigid as the view unfolding ahead struck her.

Her grandfather, Lucios Vaeldrinn Valerio, lounged nearby, sipping his drink while engaging in light conversation with Qingyi.

The elder's gaze flickered just a bit, settling upon her.

"Hey, granddaughter! So this fellow is the reason you turned down every marriage alliance I set up for you, eh? You've really done your grandpa proud, hahaha!" The old man bellowed with laughter.

Amusement danced across his features as he observed Seraphine's face flushing deeply, her cheeks blazing a vivid crimson.

She averted her eyes, her body quivering.

"Grandpa... this... this isn't..." She faltered, struggling to string together her thoughts.

"It's fine, child." Lucios rose to his feet. "Ugh... these creaky old bones..." He muttered under his breath, stretching his back with a crack.

"This old timer gives his blessing to your pick." He grinned. "I'm already halfway to the grave; I won't keep sticking my nose into the young folks' affections."

Seraphine fixed her gaze on the ground, her slight tremors continuing.

Part of her felt joy at earning her grandfather's endorsement.

She understood completely that his presence would have prevented any harm from befalling her mother, and truthfully, she held no grudge against him.

After all, the fates of countless others rested on his shoulders. He couldn't possibly monitor her father's every move constantly.

Yet, a lingering resentment gnawed at her core.

Not that it held much weight anymore, given this marked her final day in these realms.

Before long, Qingyi would eliminate her father, and the two of them would flee together.

After a brief pause, she murmured softly, her tone gentle and melodic: "Thank you, Grandpa..."

"Ah..." Lucios got to his feet, delivering one final sturdy pat to Qingyi's shoulders before pivoting away.

"Look after my granddaughter well, young fellow." He instructed, vanishing in a fluid motion.

To onlookers, it might have seemed like some teleportation technique at play, yet Qingyi perceived it plainly.

That was sheer velocity paired with flawless Qi mastery, leaving the surrounding air utterly still, his absence only registering after a full second.

"You... you won't mess this up, will you?" Seraphine inquired, drawing near to Qingyi and embracing him firmly.

"No chance. Perhaps against your grandfather, but facing just me versus your father? Victory is certain." Qingyi replied, his words tender and soothing, pressing a kiss to Seraphine's brow.

"I'm certain Khaedryss shares that confidence in her matchup with RedDeath," he continued.

"From what I know of her... she probably doesn't even see him as a real threat, hahaha." The stunning woman chuckled with a hint of sorrow, though her tone quickly grew solemn.

Her gaze met Qingyi's, laced with intricate emotions, but ultimately, she held her tongue, mustering her resolve to stay firm.

She was far too mature to complain over such matters now.

"Viola should arrive shortly, and then we can make our escape," she stated, sharing a final lingering kiss with Qingyi prior to departing.

***

Several miles off, at the heart of the vast island hovering over DragonPeak—the capital of the Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn—the atmosphere buzzed with unparalleled thrill.

Dozens upon hundreds of dragons in all manner of sizes ripped across the heavens, soaring past a colossal monument: the tomb of Karlan, revered as the progenitor of all dragons, where her enormous cranium formed the gateway.

The monument's scales gleamed in flawless, untainted silver, radiating a dazzling luster.

On typical occasions, only a handful of thousands of purebloods would linger in that area, since most handled duties in their personal domains.

However, today stood apart from the norm.

Opulent traders, minor dragon mounts, and prominent estate holders filled the space.

Myriads of purebloods had converged, united by a single grand purpose.

The emergence of RedDeath alongside the arrival of a fresh beast whose might could very well match Khaedryss's own.

For those of lesser strength, this event alone sparked dreams of glory, visions of the heights their kind would scale thanks to a formidable creature now open to bearing riders. No empire or haughty kin would dare challenge them henceforth.

For the elite, aware that Khaedryss had truly vanished rather than merely secluded herself, this development loomed even larger.

RedDeath promised to seal a critical vulnerability in their safeguards: Lucios's advancing age and the stark absence of any expert poised to attain the twelfth ring within the coming ten millennia.

Ultimately, beyond petty feuds or schemes of state, safeguarding their race remained their paramount concern.

Qingyi couldn't help but envy how humans lacked such unity.

'This place is packed tight, isn't it?' he mused inwardly while nearing Seraphine and Viola.

He stood among the scant "Humans" present, joined by the remaining selected warriors, their ranks dwindled from fifty to under forty, the rest deemed unfit by their selectors and thus executed.

The penalty for shortfall was swift and fatal, as expected.

While escorting Seraphine, he bowed his head even more humbly than Viola's, feigning the role of a devoted and subservient attendant.

The sentinels displayed a touch of bewilderment when Seraphine insisted on bringing him to her exclusive viewing chamber, one of several set aside solely for the pinnacle of nobility to behold the ceremony.

Yet, they refrained from any interference, naturally.

Miss Seraphine had long been viewed as somewhat eccentric, and even if they desired to object, what power did they hold?

A single misspoken phrase, and Viola would undoubtedly tear into their necks without mercy.

Once inside her private enclosure, Seraphine settled into an opulent seat, her sight drifting toward the expansive plaza below and the towering silver effigy looming over Karlan's sepulcher.

She angled her head faintly toward Qingyi, who kept his attention locked on the firmament.

Along the distant skyline, a silhouette advanced unmistakably, its crimson scales flashing through the clouds as a thunderous bellow swallowed the environs.

It drew nearer. The moment had arrived for Qingyi to resolve his lingering affairs.