Sighing, Zirkos began to tell kingdoms were supposed to function centuries ago to create a balance of strong power.
"Among the twelve kingdoms of Delphia, a few had formed alliances to give birth to pure magic users especially."
Zephyr nodded in understanding how things should be.
They all knew Pure magic users were born when a cursed, wicked witch or any other evil creatures or nature mated with a royal or pure blood.
"And following that perception, for the sake of future, the kingdom of witches, Sheria, were supposed to marry the pure or royals of Vargas,"
"I see."
"Yet that foolish one fell for her knowing she is a witch and couldn't love," Darmiz sighed, frowning endlessly at the mention of it.
"I am a dragon, not an unlovable demon, asshole,"
Zirkos defended himself, holding his neck which was gradually healing, glaring at them.
