Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Menil, be careful! Don't come to where I practice every time!"

Catherine, who was wearing a long blue silk dress, hugged the delicate elf child immediately after the roar ended, and gently touched the soft silver-white hair.

"You're not frostbitten, are you? If you were hurt, I'd be thrown into the crater."

"Oh, I'm fine." Menil lay in Catherine's arms, and then, when his elder sister wasn't paying attention, he secretly kissed her smooth skin.

"Who, who taught you to do this?" Catherine was shocked. She had heard about Prince Draknir's childhood anecdotes a long time ago, but she did not take it seriously, thinking it was just a story made up to encourage childbirth.

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense for a three-year-old child to take the initiative to do such a thing.

There was not a trace of dirt in Menil's innocent purple eyes: "Mom said that if you want to get close to someone, just kiss them... But she wouldn't let me kiss Uncle Creon, nor would she let me kiss Agasel..."

"Can I kiss your grandfather?"

The familiar but slightly unfamiliar voice made Katerin immediately loosen her grip and let a pair of big hands carry Menil away. She nodded and greeted the visitor: "Your Majesty the Phoenix King."

Imrick nodded, then turned his attention to his grandson Menil, teasing him with his fingers and saying, "Katelin, are you used to living in the Dragon Palace? Due to some special reasons, we cannot allow... irrelevant humans to enter. I hope you can adapt to Miranda and the others' arrangements."

"Everything is fine." Katerin recalled. The princess had stayed in Naggaroth for a while. Since the great events in Ulthuan had come to an end, Belannaar, who was supposed to guide her, had some time.

The Princess of Kislev who came to Tal Kaled later thought she would have to spend some difficult years as a hostage...but she didn't expect that the mistress of the Dragon Palace would raise her like a daughter and said something about finding a companion for Menil.

The process was pretty good, and she liked the silver-haired older sister very much, but... Phyllis seemed to have some complaints about this matter, thinking that her toy was taken away.

Katerin paused several times, as if she wanted to say something.

Imrik glanced at him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Now that I am in a good mood, maybe I can let you go back to Kislev."

"Your Majesty, I heard from the prince that you are going to participate in the joint summit held by the empire..."

"Don't worry, my promise is still valid... If Constantine is present to suggest changing the order of succession to the Tsar, I will tear off his head in Altdorf and give it to Sigmar as a companion.

Petrov's words... will be taken seriously."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Imrik had no mood to talk about this to the little Tsar. He rocked his grandson in his arms, his face full of kindness and smiles.

The little guy inherited his mother's appearance, with very smooth silver hair and lavender eyes as bright as stars, which made Phyllis certain that this was definitely her and the Phoenix King's offspring... She said she would quit her job in the royal court and return to the Dragon Palace to be Menil's wet nurse.

The Phoenix King was also very curious about this. How could a woman like you, who is not even in the gestational period, be a wet nurse?

Imrik doesn't care what the child looks like. His family all inherits a stinky face anyway... Even if the child is very cute when he is young, he will probably live with a cold face in the future.

But before that...

Imrick's old face was nuzzling the child. Compared to when he treated Draknir with some fatherly authority, he had to keep a certain distance. Now the Phoenix King doted on his grandson. "I haven't seen you for three days. Do you miss your grandfather, little guy?"

Three days of no see... Catherine felt a chill on her forehead. After the birth of her grandson, the Phoenix King returned to Caledor countless times more frequently than before. If it weren't for the strong objections of a group of ministers, especially Eltharion, Imrik would have just moved his office from Lothern to Tor Kared.

During this period, the maintenance mage fainted because the teleportation was used too frequently, forcing the Phoenix King to use the dragon as a means of transportation.

Menil resisted and pushed his grandfather's old face, saying in a baby voice, "No, Menil wants to see grandma."

This sentence made Imrik stunned, and then he became furious. Why was it that only Atila was popular with the children? It was okay for Dracniel, but also for Menil!
The Phoenix King forced a smile, but the ground was already ablaze with white flames: "Talk to Grandfather, what's good about Grandmother..."

“My grandmother would accompany me to look at the flowers.”

It’s just looking at flowers, I can do that too!

Imrik glared and walked towards the garden of the Dragon Palace with Menil in his arms. His posture made Catherine mistakenly believe that he was going to burn the flower garden that Atila and Gladys had carefully tended to into ashes.

After the grandparents disappeared from her sight, Katerin wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead.

Although the father and son of Caledo were very kind to her, Catherine was still nervous when facing them. Only after she truly mastered the power of her bloodline could she feel that terrifying feeling...

After tidying up her clothes, Katerin wandered to Belanna's residence.

Due to some unexplainable reasons, Belanna was forced to move from the small courtyard to the palace to live temporarily under the strong persuasion of his students... While conducting some more unspeakable research, he also guided Catherine in her magic studies.

Before knocking on the door, Katerin first tidied up her long hair, then straightened her clothes again. When she was sure there was no problem at all, she knocked gently on the wooden door: "Teacher."

"Come in."

Pushing the door open, Katerin found that Belanna was still staring with a pair of iron-eating beast eyes, bending over the table to study various data.

With Belanna's permission, she took away a data sheet about the chaotic energy that was emanating from the northern wastes into the mortal world.

When a long string of data is mixed with profound and difficult terminology theories, as well as data variables caused by the uncontrollable nature of chaotic energy... Katerin, who is known as the most talented person in a thousand years, finds herself a fool.

Without looking back, Belanna pointed his quill at another table piled with books, indicating that Katerin should be alone for now.

This is the tacit understanding formed between teacher and student over the past three years. Belannar will not spend a lot of effort to make a course schedule like he was instructing Draknir, and then change it at any time according to the students' real-time situation.

His method of instructing Katerin was simple: in the morning, she would go to the magic academy to audit theoretical courses, and at noon, she would cast frost spells alone in a specially built training ground.

She stayed in the old wizard's office in the afternoon, studying the books specially prepared for her, and finally took out two hours to solve the recent problems she had been puzzled about.

Every other week, there is a magic release training...

As for the swordplay that was supposed to be taught, Belannar thought that since Masno had agreed to accept Katerin as a student, he didn't need to worry about it. (End of this chapter)