Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 393
Chapter 393: The Traitor
“The Merchants… were sent by your God…?”
Morvain asked the question as she looked into the man’s eyes.
“Yes.”
The man nodded with unwavering faith.
And at his answer… Morvain exchanged glances with Kael, Lavinia, and the Elders present in the room.
Every single one of them knew what the other was thinking. They could already sense Drakthar’s ploy.
“Lady Morvain…?”
The Father sensed the strange environment and tilted his head, confused.
Morvain didn’t answer right away, but Kael—
“This ‘talking’ to your God that you mentioned…
What is it?
What do you talk about?”
The Dragon Rider questioned.
“Well, I say this is a ‘talk’, but obviously, Lord Havran is a God. It is only me doing the talking; my God just listens and answers by fulfilling my wishes.
It is not just mine—my Lord even aids others too, even though most of them do not believe in him. There are times when he practically saved all us Velmourns from extinction by making it rain in the dry season, making the farm yield more food than normal. Sometimes, I even feel that my God aids me with making weapons since I make better weapons when I think about my Lord.
My Lor—”
“Just answer my question.”
Kael interrupted.
He had no interest in this story.
“What did you talk about, and how do you talk to him?”
He asked again.
The Father momentarily stayed silent. He did not like Kael’s tone, but considering this man was sent here by his God as well, he decided to let it go and continue explaining—
“I tell him everything about my day. I thank him for every good thing that happened to me, and I share every problem I am facing. Sometimes, when I feel the situation is too dire, I share all of Velmourn’s problems—things like an attack by the tribesmen, distribution of rations, and everything.
Of course, the world we were born in is cruel; not all of the problems I shared were solved. Rather, most of my problems seemed to have gone unheard, but that was because Lord Havran knew those problems could be solved by us, and his involvement was not required.
And although sometimes this resulted in deaths, we mortals could only see it as a lesson and improve ourselves.
You do not have to think too much when you talk to Lord Havran, to be honest. My God does not judge; you can tell him anything you desire, and he will listen. Even my friends talk to him sometimes—most still do not believe in him, but faith is difficult to believe in.
My father constantly reminded me not to force Lord Havran on others. If they wish to believe in him, they will; if not, it is my family’s duty to wish for my people’s well-being.”
The man spoke with a light smile. For a moment, Kael felt like he was talking to a priest—this, however, was much more serious than that.
“So this talking…
You use this slate?”
Kael questioned, lifting the slate in his hand.
“That is correct.”
The man nodded.
“I write everything and then let the words disappear after a few minutes. Well, it has been a while since I have done it; Roan is the one talking to Lord Havran all this time.”
“No, I was talking to Lord Kael!”
Roan countered.
The Father just chuckled, not saying anything. He knew his God was benevolent—he wouldn’t mind a child’s emotional outburst.
“So your family has been doing this for generations, correct?”
Kael questioned. He gently patted Roan, as if acknowledging his ‘devotion’.
“Yes.”
The man nodded at his question.
“When did it start?”
“I do not know. I was only told every person from our family did it and had the duty to pass it down. It is like a tradition—a tradition that has been going on for a long time.”
“Is it possible that your ancestors did it ever since the Velmourns came to the Ashen Heights?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.”
The man nodded, and the more he talked, the more certain he became.
And as if to strengthen his doubts even further—
‘None of my Ants saw any other strange activity, father. They are the only ones; the rest returned to their rooms and slept.’
Imperia informed.
Kael nodded at those words. He then looked into the man’s eyes and—
“What about me and Lavinia?
Did you tell your God about our arrival?”
“I did!”
Roan nodded with an excited smile on his face, and in an instant, Morvain’s expression changed.
Even her suspicions were getting stronger.
“It would make more sense.”
Suddenly, Elder Nymeris spoke up. Everyone turned towards her, and the oldest elder continued,
“Twelve hundred years have passed. Even if a spy infiltrated our ranks during the expulsion all those years ago, it is impossible for his legacy to carry on. After twelve hundred long years, his descendants wouldn’t be Drakthar’s spies but part of Velmourn instead. That spy must have predicted this as well.
So instead of letting his legacy carry through words, clinging to the foolish hope that his descendants would be loyal to Drakthar even though every hardship they go through in life was caused by them, he must have chosen something that was easy to believe.”
“A God…”
Kael muttered, and the Elder nodded.
It wasn’t just Kael—the rest of the Elders could see it as well.
“A God who would help its believer every time the believer shares his problem…”
Nymeris muttered, and the rest of the elders nodded.
“And you do not have to take too many actions either—you simply need to send mercenaries every few months, and in desperation, people would cave on their own.
The more time passes, the longer the trust in this ‘god’ would increase, and in the end…
Even the ‘spies’ would not know that they were spying on their own people.”
Korvath spoke as well, and the more he talked, the grimmer his expression became.
All of this… it was so well thought out and had been continued for generations…
To think… Drakthar had live updates of their situation ever since they came here…
They were far, far ahead of them than they were expecting.
“L-Lord Korvath… w-what are you talking about…?”
The man stuttered.
This thing about spies and gods… he didn’t understand much of it, but for some reason, it made him uncomfortable.
“That’s a Whispering Sigil Scroll.”
Lavinia answered, staring at the man.
“…what?”
“Well, more accurately, it is a Communication Highstone—the Whispering Sigil Scroll they used all those years ago.”
The Mage shrugged.
“Though its appearance is slightly different from a usual Highstone, the principle it works on is the same as normal Highstones.
You write what you wish to communicate from one side, and the Highstone connected to yours would receive that message within 5 minutes, depending on how far it is.”
Lavinia explained.
“Highstone… connected to it…?”
The Father widened his eyes, still refusing to believe what his mind was thinking.
“The messages only disappear once the being from the other side reads them and erases them from their side. Since you said your message disappeared in five minutes, it means there is another Highstone connected to yours—
A Highstone that is displaying your messages to someone else—someone that is definitely not a God.”
“A-A-Are you saying…”
“Yes. Your messages weren’t delivered to any God—they were delivered to a human,
A human who was loyal to Drakthar.
All this while, you and your family weren’t ‘praying’ or ‘talking’ to your god—you were delivering sensitive information to your enemies.”
Lavinia declared coldly, and in an instant—
“No… that can’t be…”
The man seemed to have broken down.
“That can’t be!”
He raised his voice.
“This makes no sense!”
Lavinia wasn’t too surprised by his sudden outburst—no one was. Everyone stared at him in silence.
“M-Matriarch! I did not—”
“It is not your fault, Jivian.”
Morvain shook her head.
“I know you did not do it on purpose.”
She nodded, showing absolute trust in her people.
“But—are we even sure if this is actually true?
What if it is a mistake?
What if Lady Lavinia is mistaken?
How would she even know something that was used twelve hundred years ago?”
The man questioned desperately.
His friend had mentioned the suspected existence of a traitor amongst the Velmourns, and both of them had cursed that unknown traitor without stopping.
But…
To think… he was that traitor instead…
Jivian refused to believe this.
But…
“You are correct.
We do not know for sure if Mage Lavinia’s words are true or not.”
The Matriarch shook her head, agreeing with him.
Jivian’s eyes brightened.
“Yes! This might be a—”
“But assuming her explanation is correct, all of our questions can be answered in the most logical way.
The chances of her being correct are quite high.
And honestly—
I would like to believe she is.”
Morvain completed her sentence, freezing Jivian mid-sentence.
“…what?”
He questioned.