DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

"So this is Queen Remilia? She looks so small! She seems even smaller than my daughter."

"Smack!" A rough, dirt-stained hand slapped the back of the middle-aged man's head. "What nonsense are you spouting? This is Her Majesty the Queen, not someone your daughter can compare to!"

The man, initially angry from being hit, felt a mix of embarrassment and lingering anger upon hearing this. After all, anyone suddenly struck on the head wouldn't let it go easily. "I was just saying. Why did you hit me?"

"You really don't appreciate good intentions, do you?" The old man, who had delivered the slap, looked exasperated. "Twelve years ago, when Duke Muria held his inaugural ceremony, I saw Princess Remilia then. She hasn't changed a bit since."

"You think you can just talk about someone as noble as a deity? Do you know what happens when you offend someone so exalted?"

To the common people, the kingdom's rulers were as untouchable and powerful as the gods they worshipped in church. They were almost the same in their eyes—high above, powerful, and mysterious, with nearly perfect appearances.

"What happens?" The middle-aged man, now scared by the old man's words, asked dumbly. He was one of the few who hadn't seen the widely broadcast ceremony twelve years ago.

"Heh, do you know about that Lord Rocky who was hanged in the capital five months ago?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man's fear deepened. Lord Rocky had been their lord, but that was five months ago. After he was hanged, his entire family was erased, and their land was taken over by the royal family.

"Do you know why Lord Rocky was hanged?" The old man laughed, enjoying teasing the younger man.

"Why?"

"Because at a banquet, Lord Rocky slandered Duke Muria, expressing dissatisfaction with his rule."

"Slandering Duke Muria? Then he deserved it." The middle-aged man responded without thinking. Duke Muria was well-regarded among the common folk.

"No, Lord Rocky wasn't slandering..." Realizing what he was saying, the middle-aged man corrected himself quickly. "I wasn't slandering Queen Remilia. I just thought she looked too young."

"Alright, this old man is just messing with you. Do you think anyone cares about what someone as lowly as you says?" Another bystander, unable to stand the old man's antics, spoke up.

"Oh, right!" For the first time in his life, the middle-aged man felt that being lowly had its advantages. Then he glared at the old man.

"What are you looking at me for? Look at the magical screen above. I'm just an old man, nothing to see here. Do you think I'm more interesting than Queen Remilia?" The old man looked puzzled.

"Bah!" The middle-aged man felt an urge to spit in the old man's face.

"Don't look at me. Look up. Look, Queen Remilia has wings." The old man said in surprise, watching the broadcast on the magical screen.

"Wings?" The middle-aged man quickly looked up and saw the central figure on the screen, the blue-haired, red-eyed loli queen, with a pair of wings larger than her body, black and gold with intricate patterns, spreading out behind her, looking majestic.

"So big, so beautiful! I want wings like that too." A little girl being held by her parents exclaimed with envy.

Hearing such innocent words, the surrounding crowd laughed kindly. No one had any objections to Remilia's wings; they simply admired their beauty.

Those in power were different from birth. Having wings, an extra leg, or two more arms wasn't surprising to them.

"Sigh, our Queen of Lockman isn't human anymore." Unlike the calm faces around him, the old man looked depressed and sighed deeply.

"Old man, you're insulting the queen? You're done for. I'm telling the patrol." The middle-aged man, already resentful, grabbed the old man's coarse robe with a smug look. "I'll report you."

"Let go of me." The old man's face darkened. "When did I insult the queen?"

"Just now, you said the queen isn't human. Don't deny it." The middle-aged man was excited.

"This girl isn't human. Are you blind? With wings like that, how could she be human?" The old man said angrily. "Pureblood human rulers are rare. Now we have one less. It was expected, given she was raised by a dragon for over a decade, but seeing it still disappoints me."

"Those big shots are always like that. Why worry about it?" The middle-aged man sneered, looking at the old man as if he were a fool.

"I saw her when she was born. She was pure human." The old man sighed.

"Yeah, right. You saw her as a baby." The middle-aged man laughed scornfully.

"Do you know who I am? You clueless bumpkin." The old man looked proud.

"You're a farming old man. Who cares?"

"Farming?" The old man smirked, touching his weathered face. "Look at me again."

"What... who are you?" The middle-aged man was confused, seeing the old man's appearance change from a weathered farmer to a well-groomed, distinguished elder in fine robes.

"What do you think?" A simple wooden staff appeared in the old man's hand, glowing faintly.

"A mage!"

"Let go of me then?" The old man looked proud. Even after experiencing it many times, he never tired of the reverence and awe.

"Hmph, with that shabby appearance, you must be one of those wandering mages who know a few tricks."

"A wandering mage?" The old man's face turned red with anger. "Why not just call me an old fraud?"

"You're not entirely a fraud, at least."

"I'm Mason," the old mage said through gritted teeth. He vowed never to show off in front of ignorant bumpkins again.

"Mason? Why not call yourself Merlin?"

"That's my brother," the old mage's face darkened further.

"Old fraud, Merlin is the greatest human mage ever, and he's from thousands of years ago."

Called a fraud, the old mage's expression calmed. He looked at the middle-aged man kindly. "Ever heard of a battle mage?"

"Old fraud, you're making things up again. There's no such thing." The middle-aged man scoffed. It was common knowledge that mages weren't good at close combat.

"There is, but you're too ignorant to know." Mason pointed to himself. "I'm a battle mage."

"Haha!" The middle-aged man laughed at the old mage's frail body.

"Want to see how a battle mage fights?"

"Sure!"

"Thud!" The rough, aged wooden staff struck the back of the middle-aged man's head hard...

A character long conceived, finally introduced.

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