Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Lord Havran.

“Lord Kael, I will say this one last time, let my child go.”

The father spoke as he slowly grabbed the hammer he had used to forge Velmourn weapons for decades. His eyes made it clear that he wouldn’t back down, not when his child’s well-being was at stake.

Kael found this reaction quite strange.

He had barged into this house thinking it was the house of the traitor. Imperia told him to stop the child from writing whatever he was writing on that slate, and he followed.

The child, however, looked innocent, so Kael was blaming the father instead. After all, the child was barely eight; he must have been influenced by someone.

But…

If the father was truly the traitor, he should have been panicking instead, or at least more worried about the slate…

But all his focus seemed to be on the child instead. Not once did he look at the slate or its condition.

It didn’t seem like something a traitor would do.

Or was he just that good at pretending?

Or maybe… he was not the traitor at all…?

But if it was not the father, then…

Kael slowly turned towards the mother, who seemed too shaken by all this. The woman was frozen still, and when she saw Kael’s gaze, her body flinched.

A reaction that made Kael suspicious — a traitor would indeed flinch at his sudden arrival.

But before he could think about this any further—

“Kael.”

The Matriarch walked in.

And not just her — the rest of the Elders walked in behind her as well.

“Matriarch!”

The mother suddenly called out, quickly rushing towards the Matriarch and—

“My child! Lord Kael suddenly appeared and grabbed my child! I do not know what is making him act like this, but my child i—”

“Calm down.”

Morvain called out, staring at the woman with her usual expressionless face.

Now Kael was even more suspicious of the mother, but before he could say anything, Morvain looked into his eyes and—

“Explain.”

She ordered.

In the Matriarch’s eyes, none of these people — especially the child Kael was holding — looked like a traitor.

So she needed an explanation.

Everyone did.

Even the rest of the Velmourns who had gathered after Kael and the others’ sudden arrival were curious as well.

But—

“Leave.”

Korvath ordered.

The Commander’s Aura made the Velmourns move. Despite their curiosity, they left, letting the Matriarch and Elders do whatever they were planning.

Soon, the focus shifted back to Kael as everyone waited for him to explain.

‘Father.’

Imperia called out.

She was currently inside the Sanctuary, so she could talk to him using the mental link.

‘That child was about to write everything that happened today on that slate. It seems to be their family tradition.’

Imperia informed, and suddenly, Kael’s expression changed.

He moved — an action that made the father flinch, worried about his child. The mother’s complete attention was on him as well.

Kael continued to keep his eyes on their reactions, wanting to get more information, as he slowly walked towards the slate and picked it up.

An action that he thought would get some sort of incriminating reaction out of one of the parents, but the two only seemed confused.

“It’s Dragon God Kael’s slate!”

The child’s eyes shined as he exclaimed in excitement.

His words confused Kael.

“My slate?”

He tilted his head, confused.

“It is the slate I use to talk to Dragon God Kael, and now he is here!”

The child laughed.

The eight-year-old didn’t seem to have sensed the tension in the air. He was simply too happy that the Dragon God was holding him in his arms.

He hadn’t even noticed the Matriarch or Elders, or maybe he simply didn’t care. Why would he care about the Matriarch when the Dragon God himself was with him?

“Talk to me…?”

The child’s words, however, only confused Kael even further. He turned towards the child’s father, wanting an explanation.

The father stayed silent for a while. He still did not appreciate the way Kael had barged into their house and grabbed his child, but maybe because the Matriarch was now here, he had calmed down a little.

And now that he was looking at it, it didn’t seem like Kael had any intentions of harming his child — something that he was concerned about the most.

So instead of attacking Kael and saving his child like he had been planning to, he decided to explain instead.

“It is a slate our family uses to talk to Lord Havran.”

“Lord Havran?”

“The god our family believes in.”

“I thought Velmourns did not believe in gods?”

Kael questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

“We do not.”

The Matriarch shook her head.

“But we do not stop our people if they wish to.”

She clarified.

The father nodded as well.

“Then why is he calling it my slate…?”

Kael asked another question.

“One of my closest friends — an uncle he is close to — was one of the soldiers who fought together with you in the battle against the Stonefangs. He has constantly been telling him that you are the Dragon God, so now, instead of calling it Lord Havran’s slate, he calls it the Dragon God Slate — the slate he uses to talk to the Dragon God — you.

And since this is what he wishes to believe in, I didn’t want to stop him.”

The father explained.

“Wait, wait, wait…

Talking to God?

What are you talking about?

No — how are you ‘talking’ to your god?”

Kael was now confused.

“You can think of it as a mortal’s fantasy, Lord Kael.”

The father explained with a tired sigh.

“It is something we have done for generations. My father taught me, his father taught him, and so on.

We do not know if there is a Lord Havran out there that actually listens to us, but…

Doing this does put us in a state of ease, and in my heart, I do believe that my Lord Havran listens to me.”

“What does that mean?”

Lavinia questioned.

“Three years ago, the farms did not produce enough food. All the Velmourns were impacted by it, but our family had it worse.”

The father began, and as he did, the mother lowered her head, her body trembling as she recalled that memory.

“Usually, in such situations, the two of us do not eat our share of food so that Roan does not sleep hungry and is well-fed.

But back then, Selina was carrying a child. She was already five months in, so I couldn’t possibly let her starve like she usually did.

So while the neighbours did help by giving us some of their share, in the end, the harvest itself was low. There was only so much they could do when their own children were starving.

In the end, I had no choice but to divide the rations we had in two, hoping that Roan, Selina, and the child inside her would be well-fed.

But that was foolish.

Desperately trying to protect both people I cherished, I endangered them both. My Roan was too perceptive for his age; he ate whatever I gave him and went to sleep without saying a word.

I didn’t realise that he had been forcing himself to sleep hungry. Three months later, he fell ill.

I panicked, but as if everything was coming down on my family at the same time, Selina collapsed too.

She too had been too hungry. In the end, I lost my unborn child, and both Roan and Selina were in critical condition.

I was desperate. I went door to door, begging for food. I even tried to work for 20 hours a day, but even my body had begun giving out since I hadn’t eaten properly for months.

That was when it happened.

My father had forced the habit of ‘talking’ to Lord Havran into me ever since I was a child. No matter how hard my day was, I was trained to ‘talk’ to Lord Havran every day.

Admittedly, because of everything I had been through, I didn’t believe in Lord Havran. I had led an honest life — what god would force such trials on his honest, hardworking believers? To me, someone like Lord Havran did not exist. I only did what my father asked me to do out of my respect for him, but I did it all half-heartedly.

But in a situation where I had already lost my unborn child and both my child and wife were in bed — when I sat in front of the Lord Havran’s slate, something inside me clicked.

For the first time in my life, I truly ‘talked’ to my god.

I told him everything that was happening to me.

It was more like a desperate call for help than a talk, really.

But my god listened.”

The father stopped for a moment as a powerful smile appeared on his face.

“Lord Havran listened.

Within a week, the merchants arrived, and those merchants seemed to need exactly the weapons I forged in exchange for giving me the clothes, food, and medicines I desperately needed.”

Those words made Kael and the others narrow their eyes.

The man noticed it as well and nodded—

“Sure, all of this may sound like a coincidence to you. After all, the merchants didn’t just come for me — many Velmourns traded with them and many benefited from it.

All of this could simply be a coincidence, and my god might not have any relationship with it, but to me…

Those merchants were sent by my god.”

“The merchants… were sent by your god…?”

Morvain repeated those words as she narrowed her eyes, and the man—

“Yes.”

He nodded with unwavering faith.