"To fully recover, it would take me about seven days, but I only need a bit of my mana to transform, so give me one or two hours, and in that time, he should also wake up," Namari replied.
Gracen nodded and stood there waiting for Namari to recover while holding sleeping Ryan close to his chest.
As Namari and Gracen engaged in their conversation, a man stood on a distant hill, his presence commanding attention.
His hair was deep, pitch-black, and his dark red eyes held an unsettling intensity. Dressed in a flowing black haori that accentuated his muscular build, he bore numerous scars that spoke of his fierce battles. Among them, one scar stood out dramatically—it ran from his forehead, crossed over his eye, and descended to his chin, lending him a fearsome appearance that left a lasting impression on those who caught sight of him.
The man squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Namari, where she was currently resting.
If one were to estimate the distance between the hill where the man stood, and the cave where Namari was resting, the distance would roughly be seven or eight hundred kilometers, proving the man's eyesight beyond amazing.
The man looked quietly for a few minutes before speaking.
"Cute,"
"My grandson is really cute," the man spoke with a small smile that was threatening to break into a broad smile.
The man tried his best not to smile, but he was not able to stop himself from smiling, In the end, when he smiles from ear to ear, he says.
"He's just as cute as Namari when she was younger."
Before the man could continue to smile and praise his grandson's cute look, the man sensed something, and suddenly he stopped smiling, and the stoic look that was on his face before smiling appeared again.
After a few seconds, a beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes materialized right beside him; it was Belinda.
The man continues to look in Namari's direction, not turning around to look at Belinda or saying anything.
Belinda looked at the man back for a while before speaking, "Ruston, why did you not come with me when I told you to? Don't you want to meet her and our grandson?" asked Belinda in a faked, angry voice.
Ruston, who knew Belinda, was not angry, just a bit mad that he didn't follow her to meet our daughter, who had just given birth, "Huh, I didn't see you meeting our grandson. All I saw was you scolding Namari," Ruston said calmly.
"Umm, well, you are right...
Wait, don't try to change the subject and tell me why you didn't come with me to meet her."
Ruston, who knew he couldn't succeed at changing the subject, just sighed and answered, "Well, she has just given birth and is super weak, so I thought it wouldn't be wise to disturb her from recovering."
'Bullshit, do you think I'm an idiot, you fu#ki#g old tsundere,' Belinda yelled inwardly.
"Whatever," Belinda said while shaking her head.
"Tell me, what do you think of our grandson," Belinda asked.
"He's cute," Ruston responded without hesitation.
"Hmm, that is true, but I'm not asking about his look but about his potential. What do you think of that," Belinda asks again, this time telling what she wants to know about.
"Ohh, about potential," Ruston brought his hand to his chin and held it while deeply thinking.
"He's going to be very strong in the future," Ruston said.
"I already know that tell me something different," Belinda insisted.
"Hmm," Ruston thought for a while and said.
"There was not enough mana,"
"Huh, what do you mean by that," Belinda asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Our daughter was close to dying," Ruston continued, his tone serious.
"Wait..wait, slow down. What do you mean by there was not enough, and Namari was close to dying," Belinda's expression shifted to concern.
Ruston met her gaze and elaborated.
"There was not enough mana for our grandson to absorb,
Stopping him from reaching his true potential,"
"Since there was not enough mana for our grandson he instinctively tried to devour Namari's life force to reach his true potential,"
Belinda gasped, horror written across her face. "What?!"
Life grants each individual a unique life force, akin to a vehicle's fuel that powers its journey. A being thrives as long as it has this life force and ultimately ceases to exist when it runs out—much like a car that stops when it has no gas. However, unlike a car, once life force is depleted, it cannot be replenished. Utilizing it comes at a cost: excessive use leads to rapid aging and diminished strength, dictated by the amount expended.
"Calm down; I intervened just in time," Ruston reassured Belinda before she could rush off to Namari.
Belinda, who heard this, finally calmed down.
"Wait, is our grandson Dragon Heart okay," Belinda, who just calmed down, got worried again.
"Yeah, although I forcefully stopped him from absorbing Namari's life force, his potential, which has the chance of reaching dragon progenitor, only achieved seventy percent of dragon progenitor," Ruston said.
"What if we had given Namari mana stone to recover her mana what would have happened," asked Belinda with a disappointed face.
"That is impossible in the history of dragons there has not been a single dragon who absorbs more mana than seventy percent forget about more mana than one hundred percent it is impossible there is no way we could have known,"
"And if by some miracle we did, then it was still impossible for Namari to absorb mana from mana stone while giving birth, and if she somehow was able to then,
It would have been the birth of the second 'Dragon progenitor',"