SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

The trio chugged on, beer after beer, while still trying to pull what information they could. Lawrence answered everything with a smile.

After thirty minutes or so, Ron was wasted, and Riker was also getting there. Meg knew it was time to get anything useful out of Lawrence.

Everything he said was just a song of praise to Silva, and that wasn't what she was looking for. She wanted something that would pull Silva down, something that would expose him.

"Thank you for the drinks," she said. She got up and placed a gold coin on the counter before dragging Ron and Riker out.

The amount she dropped was quite much compared to what she and her friends drank, but Lawrence knew she was seeking information, and the extra was just a payoff.

Luckily, he didn't even know anything that could implicate the king.

As Meg pulled the drunk duo through the town, she thought of a solution to all her issues, and she came to one answer—Silva was the only answer to her questions.

She would have to meet him and have a one-on-one talk. She wanted to understand the mind of Silva, even if she had to kill him later on. She still wanted to know.

When she arrived at the castle, the guards helped her friends since they knew they were guests of the king.

She, on the other hand, went in search of Silva, and she found him seated alone on a balcony, looking at the kingdom, though she knew that Silva was not alone.

It was basically impossible for him to be truly alone, especially with three heroes here.

"It's a great view, seeing all this come together one piece at a time," Silva said when she came close.

"It is indeed a beautiful city, and it makes it feel unreal," Meg said.

"Every new invention felt unreal at first. Our minds are not capable of easily accepting grand new changes.

It feels like it isn't supposed to be, and yet it is. It makes us anxious, makes us worried, makes us scared. The world is simply scared of the concept of several races coming together.

It hasn't been seen for hundreds, if not thousands, of years, and that makes it difficult to accept. I, on the other hand, am the first person to live the best of both worlds.

Being a human and also being a dragon, I have lived the two, and now I'm living them both all at once. Because of this, I have friends and family that are human and also friends and family from different races.

In such a case, what do you do? Pick one? Because of an ancient system that I don't give a shit about? No, there is no way I'll throw away my happiness for the screwed-up laws of this world.

I have said this to many, and I'll keep saying it. I am selfish and a hypocrite. I do what I want, when I want, and if I should die trying, I'll die with a smile.

No matter how you look at life, it is built by the memories that you make, the smiles you give, and the smiles you take.

And honestly, I have taken away so many smiles that even the devil would bow in respect to my evil. But I don't want the story of my life to be all black and filled with blood.

I want there to be a time in my story where I smiled, where I made dreams come true. Even if it will never save me from the person I am, it still allows an escape.

Because when I walk down the streets, and I see orc, ogre, human, and all smiling because of me, it makes me feel a little bit better," Silva finished talking and then faced the kingdom again.

"I see. So, to have seen part of you good and bright, you created a home for many and gave them all they need.

If half of the world could think like you, there would be a reduction in pain. Because, unlike you, people choose evil, and they never let the smallest amount of light come from them.

They just dish out evil and evil and evil, making the world darker with every passing day," Meg said.

"You are right and still wrong at the same time. I don't want a part of me to be good and bright. I only want a place where I can find some peace, and that's why I built this place.

Don't forget, I am a dragon and a demon lord candidate. Life is fickle before me, and I'm sure it is to you as well.

Heroes and demon kings are just cut from the same fabric and then given different names. We have no love for most people because we see them as beneath us.

Tell me this: if a man takes a staff and hits you, even if he had a good reason, what would be your response?" Silva asked.

"If there are few witnesses and I can get away with it, I'll chop his head off," Meg said.

"You see, it's the same. We can't view them as people to worry about unless they are really close to us. So, on that note, let me tell you an even better thing.

If this city should one day turn against me, even in the slightest, after all I have done for them, I'll kill everyone one by one and feed their blood to the earth," Silva said.

"Hmm, it makes sense then. You simply want to be happy, and helping them in your own way makes you happy. But if they turn against you, you end them.

Honestly, I see the fault in your mindset. Lesser beings should always remain grateful to those above, whether they like it or not.

As long as you provide for them. But if they want to be free from you, they must find their own strength and escape you. Else they'll die.

It's the same thing with my father. I lack the strength to escape him, so I listen," Meg said.

"Your father? Can you tell me more?" Silva asked.

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