Free Web NovelChapter 7: My Wife, the Dragon-Phoenix
"Darling, welcome to my castle. Where you will be living for the rest of your life."
These words were like whispers from hell. Even though they sounded romantic, he knew the hidden message within them.
His freedom was being restricted.
"You know that can’t happen. I’m sure you know how strong my clan is." This was Lucien’s last dependence in this situation.
With his freedom restricted, how could he complete the system missions?
A headache struck him as he pondered what to do next.
Seraphina burst into laughter when she heard his words, a sound that was beautiful, yet carried something far more dangerous beneath it.
She smiled mischievously. "And what do you think my current identity is?"
Lucien froze, clearly deducing that her identity wasn’t the young miss of the Drax Clan, or was it?
He couldn’t contain his curiosity as he used the Eye of Obsession to scan her.
The system notification came through, but he glanced at Seraphina and saw she was unaware.
He calmed down at this, and at the same time, sneakily read the system interface.
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Name: Seraphina Drax
Title: ????
Race: Dragon-Phoenix
Cultivation Realm: ?????
Physique: ??????
Elemental Affinity: ????
Obsession: Lucien Veyrion, Cultivation (minor)
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Lucien’s vision was filled with question marks. There wasn’t much information he could glean from it.
But something caught his attention that left him frozen.
His focus was on her race. He had almost forgotten she was standing right beside him.
"How?" His mouth slipped in shock.
"How what?" Seraphina’s voice cut through his thoughts, making him remember that she was still near him.
He turned to her with a forced smile. "Nothing."
This world he was in was called Aethelgard, a world of origin.
Different races existed in this world across numerous continents.
But there were twelve major continents, each ruled by one of the twelve major races.
The Human Race, which he was born into. The others were Dragons, Volkoids (beastials), Demons, Angels, Volkins (half-beastials), Phoenixes, Titans, Spirits, Dwarves, the Sea Race, and Elves.
The Dragon Race was one of the top three strongest races. Same with the Phoenix Race.
Dragon-Phoenix. A creature that possesses the bloodline of both dragon and phoenix.
Legends of it were all that reigned in Aethelgard. Some believed it didn’t exist.
But here he was, looking at his wife, whom the system was proclaiming to be one.
He quickly concealed his emotions to prevent her suspicion.
Lucien stood up from where he sat and walked toward the window.
He looked at the forest that covered his view. "If I’m not wrong, we aren’t in the human continent any longer."
Seraphina’s lips curled up into a smile. She walked toward him.
She stood side by side, looking at the view outside. "Not surprised you found that out."
The next moment, she slowly tilted her head backward. Lucien sent an incoming punch.
She seemed to have expected this.
But feeling the might behind the punch, her eyes constricted. She could feel raw power behind his fist.
Before Lucien could grasp what was happening, her figure disappeared from his vision and she appeared before him, leaning so close that Lucien could hear her breath.
She traced her fingers on his chest, her eyes closed. After a few seconds, she opened them, but they contained joy.
"Can you cultivate now?"
Lucien froze, looking at those eyes that seemed different. They contained joy, affection, giving off an unknown aura that brought his heart peace and warmth.
He unconsciously nodded his head.
That small action seemed to make a flower bloom in her eyes. He could see her face flush with excitement, her cheeks tinted with a warmth he had never seen before.
Lucien was trying to comprehend this emotion he had witnessed for the first time in both his lives.
The anger he felt slowly disappeared under that gaze, melting away like frost beneath a morning sun.
She seemed relieved by the fact that he could cultivate. Genuinely relieved, as if his inability had been a wound she carried.
It felt as if he was looking at Seraphina’s other personality, a softer, hidden side, as confusion and curiosity engulfed his mind.
"It seems there’s going to be changes to the plan." She chuckled and turned back.
"Well, you are in the Dragon Continent now. So you should forget any plan of escape, because with your current strength, you won’t survive if you step outside this castle." She said as she sat down on the bed.
She then glanced at him while patting the space beside her. "You have to put something in your stomach."
He took a last glance at the outside world, letting out a sigh. Only heaven knows what the future holds for him.
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A day passed in the blink of an eye.
All Lucien could do was eat and sleep. After some time, he decided to try cultivating.
Normally, to efficiently absorb Originat, you need a cultivation technique to make it better and easier.
But even without one, the Originat here was so dense that it practically forced itself into his body.
Ding!
[Host has absorbed a wisp of Originat. You have gained 10 EXP and 2 SP.] ×7
[Host has absorbed a wisp of Originat. You have gained 10 EXP and 2 SP.] ×7
[Host has absorbed a wisp of Originat. You have gained 10 EXP and 2 SP.] ×7
[Host has absorbed a wisp of Originat. You have gained 10 EXP and 2 SP.] ×7
Every second, Lucien absorbed a wisp of Originat, and within 9 seconds, he had leveled up.
Ding!
[Host has leveled up. +5 to all stats.] ×7
Lucien leveled up instantly. His physical stats had increased by 35 each. As for INT, it increased by 37 due to his Scholar’s Insight trait.
And for his Stat Points, he had accumulated 126 of them.
Lucien didn’t stop there and continued to absorb more Originat. Leveling up was like eating snacks, effortless and addictive.
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Meanwhile, in the castle, Seraphina walked.
Her steps were different, measured, deliberate, releasing an immense pressure that weighed down on the air itself. At the sides of the walkway, maids from various races all had their heads bowed, none daring to raise their gaze.
"Greetings, Empress." They chanted in unison, their voices resounding through the grand hallway.
Seraphina walked past without a word. Even after her presence had vanished, they still did not raise their heads, frozen in reverence, as if the air itself still carried her authority.
A grand door stood before her, guarded by armoured knights.
Seeing her, they saluted. "Greetings, Empress."
After this, they opened the grand door. If Lucien were here, he would have been shocked to see this scene.
The doors swung open to reveal a vast hall, its ceiling soaring high above like the heavens themselves. Chandeliers of forged crystal hung from the shadows, casting pools of warm golden light across the polished marble floor. Pillars carved with intertwining dragons and phoenixes lined the walls, their stone wings seeming to shift in the flickering glow.
At the extreme end, a throne stood at the highest point, a seat of black and gold, its back carved into the shape of a dragon’s spread wings, its arms ending in phoenix claws. It loomed over the hall like a silent sovereign.
The hall was filled with different people. They looked human, but their figures and auras revealed that their bloodlines were far from ordinary. Some bore faint scales along their cheekbones. Others had eyes that glowed like embers or starlight. A few stood with an unnerving stillness, as if they had lived for centuries beyond counting.
Immediately, they heard the opening of the door and saw Seraphina’s figure.
All of them went to their knees, their heads bowed low.
Seraphina walked through the red carpet, striding toward the throne. Her eyes were cold like that of a ruler, her steps carrying the weight of her authority.
They did not move or speak until Seraphina reached the throne.
"Welcome, Your Majesty."
They cried out in unison as she sat upon the throne.
