Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The game of gods...

To be precise, it is the ambition of the Horned Rat.

The outskirts of the Dragonspine Mountain Temple have become the Phoenix King's temporary command post, with only a few warriors, symbolizing Imrik's full trust in them.

Oliveira, who had just returned to Ulthuan, was full of confusion. He had been busy dealing with the Norse fleet near the Sea of ​​Claws and had little knowledge of court affairs.

Or perhaps, he himself did not attach importance to gaining influence in the court. Orthea had vaguely reminded that something big was about to happen to the Caledo family, but Oliveira mistakenly believed that it was a decision to launch a general offensive against the ratmen. He only wanted to quickly end the invasion of Norsca and complete the feat that was not achieved in the Snake and Rat Holy War.

He glanced at the people around him: Champion Warrior Masno, Shadow King Aris, Supreme Mage Teclis, Phoenix Guard Captain Kadroin... this was almost the entire Ulthuan's top fighting force gathered together.

Draconian pushed open the wooden door. In the emergency, he did not pay attention to etiquette. He walked to the round table and pressed his hands on the solid wooden board. Clearly visible dents appeared along with his uneasiness.

"Gladys…my wife is about to give birth."

This was good news, but no one showed any joy. Their solemn expressions confirmed that there might be many unexpected situations during this delivery...

When Prince Caledor kept on talking and wanted to ask everyone to help this time, Imrik ordered in a cold voice: "Draconir, enter the temple and wait for Gladys to finish giving birth."

"I can't do this." Draconir shook his head. Talarion's divination had ended. The Chaos God the Horned Rat's gaze was still fixed on the Maelstrom, and traces of Chaos demons appeared everywhere again.

He came to the temple without caring about the safety of Caledor, which was a blasphemy against his duty. When could personal feelings override the kingdom?

"You're her husband, she needs you by her side to give her courage!"

"But I am also your son, Prince of Caledor!"

The gazes between father and son were full of determination. This was the first time they played against each other. Just as Minasnir said, Draconir was too thoughtful.

Although he felt uneasy, there were already so many people near the temple that his wife's safety would definitely be guaranteed, but what about the others...

Staring at each other would not get any result, so Imrik turned his head, but not to cancel the order. Instead, he tried to get the desired result in another way.

"Etila, bring your son into the temple. No one is allowed to leave the temple until his child is born!"

Atila walked out slowly from behind the screen, looking at Draknir with relief but also disappointment in her eyes.

Family, this is what Atila is looking forward to the most...

Draconil, whose elbow was pulled by his mother, wanted to refute, but every time he opened his mouth to explain, he only received a pleading look from Attila.

He knew his mother's mission and her urgent need for an heir...

The mother and child left quickly, and under the watchful eyes of the dragon, they quickly entered the top floor of the temple, outside the house where Gladys gave birth.

The weak shouts made Draknir clench his fists. He completely forgot his previous thoughts and wanted to push open the door and go to his wife.

Phyllis stretched out her hand to stop him, her expression serious: "Your Highness, according to tradition, you cannot enter. The best midwives in Ulthuan are in this room. If you get emotional and cause a magical storm, it will only make things more troublesome..."

"I, I..." Draconian felt so powerless for the first time. When he saw Phyllis's determined gaze and the Flame Knights slowly shaking their heads, he could only step back half a step.

Atila waved to Creon and asked several Flame Knights to stay with the prince. Like his father, he usually looked very calm, but once he encountered something unacceptable, he would become extremely emotional.

The Flame Knight handed the prince a small stool, but amid Gladys's increasingly loud wailing, the solid round stool under the prince's butt quickly turned into debris.

Without the support of the round stool, Draconian still maintained his sitting posture. The invisible wind of magic had condensed into entity in his emotions. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay calm and not think about things with too small a probability.

Heavy rain and thunder seeped in from the window...

Draconian's voice was hoarse, as if he had lost all strength in his body, but the magical wind that was condensed into substance proved that he was only maintaining a fragile balance.

"The estimated time of delivery was two hours, thirty-two minutes, and seventeen seconds. It has been two hours now... Gladys's condition."

In Draconian's eyes, there was never a question of saving the older and the younger. No matter how many times, he would never let a girl who should not bear such a burden be sacrificed in the name of continuing the family.

If necessary, he would personally end the life of the unborn child to ensure the safety of his wife, even if this would cause opposition from the entire kingdom...

Atila bit her thumb and was extremely nervous, but at the moment... to be honest, no one could control Draknir. He was the last line of defense, not the first breakthrough.

The princess, who had obtained permission from her husband, asked Creon to hold Draconir's shoulders personally and walked quickly towards the magic hall in the temple.

Belannar and Etila walked quickly towards the delivery room. The old wizard, with sweat on his forehead, had put a lot of thought into the delivery of his student's child.

The old wizard lowered his voice and told Atila his guess: "The wind of magic is raging. Not only the Dragon Spine Mountains, but also the entire Ulthuan, starting from the Great Vortex, is experiencing the catastrophe of the double-tailed comet... If we want things to go smoothly here, the Great Vortex must be stabilized."

"Imric is handling this matter... But now, I need you to calm Draknir down. He is like a child, stubbornly believing that our urgency for the heir far outweighs the safety of his wife's life."

Belanna bit his lip. When the authority of his parents left a shadow in his childhood, even after he grew up, he would still have a mark in his heart, and he would be obsessed with protecting the most important thing in his heart.

Gladys, this is Draknir's obsession, the prince's feelings for this ordinary girl...

While the old wizard was analyzing, the temple shook violently, and a magical wind that was as tangible as a gust of wind passed by the delivery room in rage and radiated outwards.

"go!"

Belannaar fought with a speed that was no less than that of his youth. There was no point in continuing to defend the magic circle. If he did not stabilize the students, the first to break through the temple's protection would not be the gaze of the Chaos Gods, but Draconian's uneasiness.

The old master felt helpless.

Giving birth to a child is so troublesome, it's worthy of the Caledo family... (End of this chapter)