After quite a while, the lord, bruised black and blue from his fall, fetched himself a small round stool and sat primly and cautiously at the farthest point from Xia Lan Veloss's tea table, her face full of displeasure.
The sight made Li Wei find it deeply amusing. So one thing really does subdue another.
A legendary mage like Kaierben, whose Combat Strength already placed him among the very pinnacle of the North's hierarchy, was actually this afraid of a dragon.
Yet after listening to Kaierben slowly recount the [Water-Drawing City Harbor Battle] with Xia Lan Veloss's tacit permission, Li Wei somewhat understood why Kaierben treated her this way.
Was it simply love born from the heart?
Perhaps there had been some of that. But even if there had, it had long since been diluted by the passing of a hundred years and by his loving relationship with Laeral.
More likely, it was guilt.
Though Kaierben's account was an emotionless, matter-of-fact narration, one could still imagine from between his lines just how spirited and high-flying Xia Lan Veloss had been back then.
The sole dragon heir of Amn's great mage, possessed of immense wealth and renowned talent, she had even been bestowed the title of [Dragon of a Thousand Spells].
In barely a few decades, she had acquired an entire street's worth of property in the Trade District. Half of Water-Drawing City's nobles owed her money; with a single word, she could assemble a dozen teams of high-ranking adventurers. In those days, the people across the North who admired and pursued her could have lined up from Pride House all the way to Baldur's Gate.
How could such a genuine "fair, rich, and beautiful" woman possibly be "introverted," to the point that she was nearly into adulthood and still all