Something That Shouldn't Be Here

Was this the Dragon Robe Feilite had mentioned?

Hadn't he said it had burned itself to ashes from magical overload?

After a brief moment of surprise, Manus calmed down. There were simply too many possibilities.

The Dragon Robe had indeed burned itself, but no one had ever said there could only be one, right? Perhaps the Margaret Family's ancestors had thought it too great a pity for the Dragon Robe to be destroyed and made another replica.

A robe woven from Dragon Heartstring could not possibly be cheap, but calling it too precious to replicate... its main material was merely all the Dragon Heartstring from a single Dragon. In modern terms, it was worth less than Manus's Unicorn Cloak.

After all, these days, let alone Dragon nerves, even an entire Dragon could be bought openly as long as one had a permit.

And it was also possible that the original Dragon Robe had not been completely destroyed after all, that it had later been repaired, or that it had never burned itself in the first place.

Feilite came from more than a thousand years later. He had not even inherited the craft of Magical Textiles. Even if he had faithfully told Manus everything he knew, it might not all have been true.

Even Margaret might not know the truth.

No matter what, this remarkably intact Dragon Robe before him was undoubtedly real.

Manus restored his own senses. A deep black gleam flashed through his eyes, allowing him to see strands of red airflow enveloping the entire building before eventually flowing into the Dragon Robe.

The sight gave Manus a powerful sense of familiarity. It was highly similar to when he had forged the Elder Wand.

There was no doubt about it. This was the special method used by the Margaret