Read Novel Full Chapter 597: Returning to Being an Egg
Chapter 597: Returning to Being an Egg
"I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s the truth," Nolan said, sipping his coffee.
Elina gave a slight nod. "You’re right, Brother. It’s hard for me to accept. In my mind, Mother was just the daughter of an ordinary family. It feels strange to hear something like this."
Her mother rarely spoke about her past. In fact, Elina knew almost nothing about it.
"It’s okay. I understand how you feel," Nolan replied with a reassuring smile.
Elina smiled back before asking, "By the way, what are you going to do about this? Are you going to tell Father?"
Rafine and Evalyn glanced at Nolan at the same time, their eyes filled with curiosity.
The Emperor was unaware of Concubine Isabella’s true identity. Frankly, this matter was both dangerous and sensitive.
If Ragan found out, it could lead to even bigger problems.
Although the decision was in his hands, they hoped Nolan understood the consequences of his actions.
"Tell Father?" Nolan took another sip of his coffee and chuckled softly. "How could I? Mother never told the old man about it, so I won’t either. Let her tell Father herself. There’s no need for us to interfere."
He wasn’t that foolish. His mother’s and father’s matters were not something he could interfere with.
Nolan respected their decisions and had no intention of getting involved.
Rafine and Evalyn let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Nolan was wise enough to think that far ahead. Otherwise, they had no idea what might have happened.
"Oh, right. I forgot something," Nolan said, glancing around. "Where’s the little dragon? I haven’t seen her since this afternoon."
Since he arrived, Eira hadn’t appeared at all. That was unusual, considering the little dragon would normally rush out and jump into his arms the moment she saw him.
Elina and Rafine’s expressions instantly turned gloomy at the question.
"Eira..." Elina opened her mouth and replied weakly, "She turned into an egg."
Nolan: "??"
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Elina led Nolan to a room at the very end of the hallway.
When she opened the door, the sight made his eyes widen—an egg.
It was enormous, nearly two meters tall, and white with golden lines stretching across its surface in every direction.
Around it, piles of crystal stones emitted a soft blue glow, bathing the egg as if nourishing it with life.
"This..." Nolan stared in shock. "Is this Eira? What happened to her?"
Elina gazed at the giant egg before explaining, "About five days ago, Eira suddenly stopped responding to my calls. She usually comes out at seven in the morning for breakfast. After waiting an hour with no response, I went to her room... and found this giant egg. I panicked and tried to figure out what had happened. Eventually, I found the answer."
Her expression turned serious as she continued, "The little dragon is going through a rebirth phase. Most likely because her bloodline has completely awakened."
Nolan was stunned once again. The dragon race was entirely different from other races.
They possessed something called a bloodline, directly connected to the Dragon Ancestor, the founder of the Celestial Empire of Velgranth.
That was why the imperial dragon family was so powerful that they looked down on all other dragons in the world.
Their bloodline was exceptionally pure, directly linked to the Dragon Ancestor.
From the very beginning, Nolan had suspected that Eira was no ordinary dragon. Her mother—whom he had killed—was already remarkably powerful, even comparable to the catastrophe-level Black Dragon he had once defeated.
On top of that, Nolan had given Eira many high-quality, extremely rare potions and even infused her with his power of chaos.
It was not impossible for the little dragon to evolve into something never before recorded in history.
"I understand. And thank you for taking care of her. As for the cost of the magic stones, I will reimburse you."
Elina looked at him in surprise, then her expression turned displeased.
"How could I ask you to reimburse me? I did it willingly. Besides, Eira is very cute, and I like her," she said sincerely. "And all my money comes from you anyway, so there’s no need to reimburse me."
Nolan simply smiled. "I understand."
Even so, he still intended to repay her and planned to deposit the money into her account later.
"By the way, how long will she stay like this?" Nolan asked.
"According to the history book I read, the process takes quite a long time—three to six months, or even longer."
"Three to six months, huh?" Nolan rubbed his chin. "Alright, I understand. We’ll wait for her to come out."
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"How did it go? Did you get an answer?"
In his office, Jason stared at Frederin with a serious expression.
Frederin nodded and handed him a letter.
Jason took it, opened it, and read through it. After a moment, he drew a deep breath and closed it again.
"The Holy Emperor has accepted the offer. Remember—don’t tell anyone about this. Do you understand?"
Jason’s gaze was so sharp that Frederin trembled under it.
"I-I understand, my lord. Don’t worry. I will keep this secret, even if it costs me my life," he swore.
Jason nodded in satisfaction, then waved his right hand. Frederin quickly bowed before leaving the room.
Glancing at the letter again, Jason whispered coldly, "From now on, no one is allowed to support any prince other than Aldric. If they remain stubborn, don’t blame me for being cruel."
He clenched his left fist tightly, his eyes flashing with cold light.
The battle for the throne was not going as planned—at least not for Aldric. Instead of increasing, the number of his supporters was declining, even in the southern region.
Therefore, Jason had no choice but to take drastic measures: forcing the noble families in the south to support his nephew.
If they refused, he would not hesitate to use force to ensure their obedience.
...
"Honey, you’re not asleep yet? It’s late, you know."
Syra stepped into Orlan’s study, a worried look on her face.
Orlan, who was sorting through documents, looked up and gave a stiff smile.
"Yes, there’s still a lot of work to do. Aren’t you going to sleep?"
Although he tried to hide his fatigue, it was useless in Syra’s eyes.
She could clearly see the dark circles beneath his eyes.
Sighing softly, she walked over and stopped behind him, then gently massaged his shoulders.
"You can rely on me, okay? I’m not very good at managing the territory, but at least I can give you a massage, make you coffee, and be someone you can talk to," she whispered. "Tell me—what really happened? Why have you been leaving your room so late for the past three days?"
Orlan hesitated for a moment, his expression turning somber.
"Actually..."