The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

Chapter 222: Chapter 0222 Have you heard of the Dragon Wraith? (Fifth update, Alliance Hierarch additional update 16/22)
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The strategy of advancing when the enemy retreats is that when you have the moral high ground and the other person doesn’t, you can make a fuss—of course, to a certain extent, otherwise if the other party gets annoyed, they might just strike.

“If I have offended you, Baron, I apologize,” Swann’s expression was concealed by the mask, unclear, but her eyes were somewhat evasive and unable to make direct eye contact with Liszt, “but I must take my sister with me, if I’m not mistaken, you do not oppose family reunions.”

“Do you really have a sister who was sold to Fresh Flower Town, or did you come here with bad intentions?” Liszt sensed the right moment to offer an out.

Swann took the opportunity: “Do you really think I would come to such a remote town on such a remote island in such a remote island country with bad intentions?”

Liszt pointed to several restrooms on the training ground: “Let’s talk in the restroom.”

Servant Thomas added some wood to the stove in the restroom, stood up to leave, and together with Douson, stood outside the door. Inside the room, only Liszt and Swann sat by the hearth.

“Fresh Flower Town is my territory, and you are the first unwelcome visitor to the castle. I will, for the time being, believe that you came to find your sister, then why did you sneak into my study to spy on me?”

“As I said before, I was planning to kill the landlord who sold serfs, and then take my sister away,” Swann said calmly, seeing the disbelief on Liszt’s face, she added, “Don’t look like that, once I release my full strength, even your father, the Sea Wave Sword Saint Li Weiliam, can’t hold me.”

Liszt was truly astonished: “Are you a Sky Knight? Or a Grand Magician?”

If she really was that powerful, his so-called strategy was nothing more than walking a tightrope. He glanced at Douson outside the door and managed to calm himself down.

“Neither,” Swann suddenly smiled lightly, with a mocking tone, “Have you heard of a Dragon Wraith?”

“Dragon Wraith?”

Liszt had not heard of it.

Swann smiled again, this smile full of mockery, but it felt like self-derision.

She restrained her smile and continued, “I saw my sister in the kitchen. She seems happy here, praising you in private. So, I went upstairs to see what kind of landlord could earn such genuine admiration from his people. I was planning to just take a look and leave, but you saw through my Invisibility Technique.”

The other party indeed harbored murderous thoughts about him, though they were abandoned.

Liszt felt a bit uncomfortable inside, not knowing if the other person was lying. Fortunately, as an adult soul, he was able to keep his emotions in check and responded generously, “So, it was all a misunderstanding, which has now been resolved? Then, which female servant of the castle is your sister?”

“Maggie, she is training outside,” Swann replied.

“So it’s the young girl Maggie,” Liszt breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, it seemed they were genuinely having a meeting. He called out to the door, “Thomas, tell Rom to bring a young girl named Maggie over.”

“Yes, my lord.”

After a short while, Rom had already brought Maggie in.

Maggie, curious, glanced at Swann, then saluted Liszt, “My lord, do you have any orders for me?”

Liszt waved his hand to dismiss Rom and then gave Swann a look, signalling whether she wanted to speak or if he should.

Swann nodded, indicating she would speak.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out, pulled down the mask from her face, revealing a beautiful visage. In Liszt’s opinion, it warranted an eight and a half out of ten. The face and features were delicate, the main drawback being a few freckles that marred the aesthetic.

Such a face couldn’t be considered a surprise, but it definitely didn’t shatter any illusions.

As soon as Swann removed her mask, Maggie’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe it.

It wasn’t until Swann began to speak, using Wind Language, “Maggie…”

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“Sister!” Maggie also called out in Wind Language.

Then the two sisters embraced each other tightly.

The scene was very touching.

But Liszt was at a loss for words, “Can someone translate for me? I understood Maggie’s call for ‘sister,’ but what did Swann say?”

Watching the elder and the younger sister, as if they had endless things to say, all bursting out in Wind Language. He regretted not bringing Old Geronte along; without a translator, he had no clue what they were saying.

But soon.

Maggie suddenly hesitated after Swann said something, stammering.

Liszt quickly interjected, “Maggie, what is your sister saying?”

“Sister, she hopes, that I go back home with her,” Maggie explained in Serpent Script haltingly. “But, Lord, Mrs. Harriet is now my mother.”

Swann also switched to Serpent Script, “But I am your true sister, your kin sister. Mrs. Harriet is just your contract mother.”

“I…” Maggie stammered again, unable to speak.

Liszt immediately shouted towards the door, “Thomas, go invite Mrs. Harriet and her husband over.”

Then he said to Swann, “You are Maggie’s sister, and that can’t be changed by anyone, but I think we should perhaps notify Mrs. Harriet, as she truly treats Maggie as her own daughter.”

Swann looked deeply at Maggie and then nodded slowly.

The atmosphere turned silent. Swann and Maggie did not speak, and Liszt just maintained a smile. When Maggie glanced at him, his smile became more radiant—it was clear the little maid had grown fond of Fresh Flower Town and didn’t want to leave with her sister.

It wasn’t a long wait before the Harriet family arrived, including her son and daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Harriet, having been tipped off by Old Geronte, tearfully burst out as soon as she arrived, “Maggie, my daughter, oh heavens, are you leaving me?”

Maggie, embarrassed and moved, bowed her head, “I’m not, Mother.”

Mrs. Harriet embraced Maggie tightly, “Really? You won’t leave Mommy? That’s wonderful, by the way, this is your sister, you mentioned her, the magician sister?”

“Yes, she is my sister, Paris.”

“Good day, Magician,” Mrs. Harriet hastened to show her respects.

Swann, not sure what to say and only nineteen years old—just like Li Vera—could only nod, “Yes, I am Maggie’s sister, Paris, but I am not a magician.”

“Ah, Lady Paris, I don’t object to you taking Maggie away, but I really can’t bear to lose her. I’ve always wished for a daughter. I’ve heard that Maggie’s biological parents have passed away; sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that, but I hope to fulfill a mother’s responsibilities and take care of Maggie’s growth.”

Mrs. Harriet, who ran the grocery store, was very articulate and went on in a long-winded manner. This made Swann, or rather Paris, feel as if taking Maggie away was a crime.

Liszt stood by, keeping his smile.

He thought to himself, “Paris, a good name. If her background isn’t an issue and her strength is as formidable as she claims, it wouldn’t be bad to have her stay… Then again, what is a Dragon Wraith as an occupation? All shrouded in mystery? I must make sure to ask her in detail later.”

Now, the issue was not how to win over Paris, but whether he was willing to.

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