What was the meaning behind the existence of the surname Ailolin Furnoscott?
Could it be that her birth had truly been arranged by a god? But if that were so, why had she been given a surname at all?
The Dragonkind inheritance Ailolin had received was incomplete. In the years she had spent flying across the entire continent and speaking with countless dragons, she had still failed to find any information about her parents.
Though she had no emotional foundation whatsoever with the parents who might or might not exist, hearing Likaro speak of her father and mother inevitably made her feel envious.
This time, Ailolin's sense of loss was written all over her face. Likaro noticed her reaction and threw herself forward to hug her.
"Lin, don't be sad. I can be your family."
Likaro, who had grown up happily since childhood, could not understand the loneliness of having no family. But Ailolin's reaction still made her heart ache.
"It's alright. I'm strong."
She had only felt a little melancholy just now. In truth, she genuinely did not know whether she even had parents.
By now, she truly did not hold much hope anymore. She would simply let nature take its course.
Besides, as a dragon, she still had a long life ahead of her. Rather than dwell on it, she might as well spend more of her precious time with Likaro.
Carriages occasionally passed by them. This road was a trade route built by the Empire, and Ailolin and Likaro were not the only travelers on it.
The rain gradually grew heavier, so Likaro gathered her magic into a round barrier around herself to block the rain.
At the same time, she told Ailolin not to waste her magic and directly pulled her into the barrier.
Likaro hugged