It Was My Fault

Compared to Xiao Hei, Fawkes's cry was far more pleasant to hear.

"It's been a long time since I heard a Phoenix cry."

Eugene showed a hint of nostalgia, then looked at the black dragon that seemed to be maliciously acting cute. His expression immediately became somewhat awkward again.

The black dragon he had seen back then had not been much different in size from a Hebridean Black Dragon, so he had naturally not examined it closely and assumed it was one.

Xiao Hei had appeared in Sakura Country afterward, but it had only been a fleeting glimpse. With no obvious points of reference around him, Eugene could not tell the difference.

But the black dragon that had emerged from the ruins of Hogwarts afterward had very obvious points of reference—the thing was several times larger than Hogwarts Castle, and red and blue light seemed to flow through the gaps in its chest and between its scales...

There was more than one black dragon in the world. Who would have connected them?

"Before the meeting begins, the priority is still to restore order to the Hanging Gardens. Having those people lie in coffins every day isn't a solution... Who are they?"

As he spoke, Adam rubbed Xiao Hei's head with his fingertips as though petting a newborn puppy.

"Among them are descendants of Eugene and Bernard, as well as..."

"Though they're called descendants, I have no idea how many generations removed they are."

Bernard interrupted Klon.

"After four or five generations, they basically have no real connection to us anymore. They aren't here because they're our descendants either... Just treat them as ordinary people."

Eugene nodded.

"Hm? Didn't I leave you a way to share immortality with them...?"

If making the four of them immortal had been Adam's own selfishness,