He arrived at the market, where the last time the red thread could be felt but did not see anyone who was tied to the red thread in her hand. This is weird, did someone take her away again?
It was as if she was hidden and the dragon king in human form was walking around looking at the market this afternoon. He elegant and beautiful golden eyes searched, yet he only found emptiness in he chest. This, he felt a sense of loss.
Does the soul return to its world?
But no way, the spiritual gate was closed and it didn't allow the soul to travel from the spirit world. Or maybe she got lost again between the spirit world and the modern world in parallel.
He held his head dizzy. "Jeez Nay, where are you really." Called him softly.
A feeling of tightness swept over him and he bent over to hold his body, a tear falling and bringing a small feeling of despair to his chest. How long had he waited and searched but always failed, the soul of his empress had always managed to escape from his target.
"It hurts, aren't we really destined to be together again Naira?" He said to empty air.
Chuckled to answer his own question, it was impossible. They were together 3000 years ago not just a dream, they were fated even though nature rejected both of them. Even though there was nothing wrong with their togetherness, it happened only because the empress had human blood flowing through her body.
Naira still has divine blood but still, the elders of the dragon clan and the gods who were instigated did not accept their togetherness who were bound by sacred promises. Forcing the two of them to separate to condemn her soul queen in the unrest that had hurt her many times, was absurd.
Should the love of the two be strictly forbidden to such an extent, they have no conscience at all.
Then suddenly the dragon king's eyes turned red, that hatred was present in his chest remembering the pain he had felt all this time with his empress when her empress's soul was snatched away and she was in pain alone.
After his wife died as well as the child in his wife's womb, he was always depressed and did not get peace of mind because his heart had been taken away by his beloved.
"Yes, hahahaha ... I need to take revenge on those who hurt you, they must atone for their sins and take responsibility for it." He said in empty air.
Looking up to stare at the sky that has begun to turn orange, indicating that the afternoon will greet you. But then his eyes glanced sharply to the side, earlier there was someone who was watching him, hiding behind the building of the house.
He grinned because that figure was now running away after being caught by him, it wouldn't be easy for him to escape the pursuit of the dragon king who could read someone's flaming aura of life.
What he was chasing began to gleam, he felt a huge force behind his back and he started to be terrified with his body turning cold suddenly as his steps floated. He stopped running and was now in the air, floating with his feet on the ground.
"Who told you to stalk me pathetic mouse?" Asked the voice full of majesty to him who had the face of horror.
He was choked and his body lifted with only one hand without any difficulty at all, he stared at the face of the man in front of him who was impeccably handsome. White hair on the right side of the front only, then those golden eyes.
Hikkkk !!
His body stiff, he saw terrifying anger as well as something painful from those elegant golden eyes. His flat face didn't provide any information, but those eyes made the man in the dragon king's grip cry.
He saw the wounds sticking out roughly and so abundant, the dragon king was in immeasurable heartache and he couldn't stop the tears from seeing that. He was a spirit who could see the past as well as something hidden from someone's eyes, he was not a stalker, he just saw a big, strong man crying.
Losing a loved one out of jealousy, losing half of his strength, and losing the figure of a wife by his side. He was cold and wailing alone, the dragon king was lonely in his own wound.
He felt curious, what made him cry so sadly in his ears.
The dragon king frowned, why was this weak man crying instead of asking him not to be killed. What really happened and she didn't understand then got angry, raising her stern voice in front of the man.
"What are you crying actually pathetic mouse! I asked you, who told you to follow me." He asked again at the end of the sentence.
The man in his grasp was still crying and he was not in the mood to ask any more questions, intending to throw the body away and go in search of empress again. Before the weak hand of the blue-eyed foreign man touched he shoulder while shedding tears like a woman, she smiled and stuttered.
"P-please stay strong ... your wife will be happy after you find her ... you are not alone sir ..." Hearing that the dragon king was stunned but soon he turned into more and more.
Shaking the weak body harder to ask, "What do you know about my pain, don't pretend to be a weak rat !!"
Lightning boomed above the sky with a terrifying roar, the sky turned black because the dragon king's fury was terrible.
"I know ... your eyes ..." he said pointing to the golden eyes of the dragon king. "Tell me everything, your past, and how you experienced it all alone ..."
The weak man, nodded in understanding as the dragon king's hand began to weaken. He somehow shed his tears at the explanation from the man who he called the weak mouse.
"Cry..."
With one sentence of tears flowing out without stopping, he scooped up he face to rub he wet cheeks carelessly. Why he was crying like this.
"What's wrong with me ..." He looked at the weak mouse in front of him who was still crying too, he smiled but he even became even more furious. "WHAT HAD YOU DOING TO ME, WHY !!"
"WHY I'M CRYING FUCK !!!"
Don't cry, he can't look pathetic in front of the magicians and gods who watch he every move. They could not make him laugh because they succeeded in making the arrogant dragon king hurt and helpless by failing to find the soul of his queen, the soul mate of the dragon king.
"Just crying, it can relieve you in the inner wounds that rust." Said again to the dragon king, he was not afraid to die in front of someone this strong.
Instead, he felt grateful that he could make he cry, bringing out the thousand years of sadness he had endured alone.
He was a wandering spirit without a master, now he was smiling with emotion because he had found a master that suited her. So with that, he transformed himself into the true form of a spirit, approaching the dragon king who was now crying.
Placing his hand on the forehead of the dragon king who was still trying to stop the crying that made his mind stop to be on guard, not realizing that the man in front of him had transformed into a spiritual figure who was ready to enter into a contract agreement with him without his consent.
"I, the spirit of pain and pleasure tied a contract to my contractor who has been covered in scars for the rest of his life."