Roan's face turned comical when he heard me call Drac, my successor.
"You mean, you're going to hand over all of your assets and everything here to him?"
"He's not necessarily the inheritor of all my wealth and assets, Roan. He... has something more vital of mine that's why he's my successor."
Roan gave me a suspicious look and I could imagine what would be going in his head.
"Is he your..."
"No, he's not my biological son or anything of sorts." I clarified before he could voice that ridiculous question.
"Then what does he have?"
"Bloodline."
"And he isn't your son?"
"Not quite."
"Are you listening to yourself?"
I sighed and shook my head, as it was hard to explain unless he knew that I was a Dragon and this wasn't the right time to tell him the truth. Besides, I was on a time limit, I had to finish this work soon and then rush over to the mountain range that acted as the boundary between Sestia and Denril.
