The World Dragon's Heir

Chapter 528: Set A Barrier

The windows rattled, then the walls of the Manor as the wind increased, and Amie rushed upstairs to get a better view of what was going on outside.

The rattling of the house muted, but she looked pale when she came downstairs.

“Things are getting bad out there. I count at least thirty active cyclones, winds hitting the house are pushing two hundred kilometres an hour, and waves are regularly reaching four metres.

They’re cresting over the wall, but it’s mostly vertical energy, so not too much is getting into the yard.

We can hold for now, but the weather is too bad for us to go out and reinforce the barricades again. I don’t know how long this is going to last, but I put the barrier over the whole compound, to let the waves roll back out.

I’ll need your help to keep it maintained.”

Dominic nodded in acceptance. “That’s not an issue, I’m quite good at keeping barriers going. Simple storm winds aren’t an issue. I’m more interested in what is causing this.

There are theories that the breaking of the curse that was placed on Dagos after they invaded Wavemates is the cause, but this new storm doesn’t seem to track with everything else.

It’s like the effect is escalating, and not passing.”

One of the ladies from the brothel laughed, a slightly hysterical tone that put everyone’s nerves on edge.

“Aren’t any of you followers of the Modlian Faith?”

Dominic shrugged. “Wavemates follows the Dragon Gods.”

“Drowned in a holy baptism, cleansed with flaying wind, and then purgatory fire. The three stages of divine retribution to purify souls for reincarnation.

I think that Dagos has angered the gods of humanity, not the Dragon Gods.

And now it is being punished.”

Dominic shrugged. “I’m not an expert in that. But the storm would also be in line with a large area curse breaking. The drought was as well, now that I think of it. So, it might actually be less drastic than it seems while sitting in it.

There are bound to be some aftershocks of a decade long spell ending, for whatever reason it chose now to end.

I mean, it could have only had enough energy for a decade. Or it could be ending because so many of the Dagos Nobles and Royals are dead.”

One of the older men chuckled. “And exactly how many of them did you kill, Prince Dominic Wavemates, Butcher of Wistover?”

Dominic winked at him. “A little over ten thousand in total.”

One of the women snapped her fingers. “Wait, I knew that I knew you from somewhere! I used to live in Seabing in Axbridge, and you used to bring desert monster corpses into town to sell.

Everyone had theories about where your hut was, and more than once they made plans to take it to the Baron, so he could collect you for the bounty.

But nobody ever did, in case you held a grudge against the town.”

Amie laughed. “Oh, that is rich. The Baron wouldn’t have done anything. They were under orders not to lead a posse against him. Especially in the early days after the war, when they didn’t realize that he was just a kid.

Everyone thought that the Butcher was a full-grown Dragonkin Mage, and going by the destruction, they assumed he was close to level seventy.

It would be suicide to lead a posse after that.”

The maids looked toward the basement door. Did age have anything to do with the situation? Given what he was capable of, they didn’t think it would have mattered if he were ten years younger.

“How did you get to that high of a level at your age, anyhow? I mean, you have to be older than you look, but still.” One of the men asked.

“There are unique advantages to being a Dragonkin. We grow powerfully magical very fast with a bit of practice.

Amie here is still more powerful than I am in pure spell level, but I have endurance on my side.”

That said, he began to channel outside mana into the barrier, taking the strain off Amie.

The wind still buffeted the house, and rattled the windows, but not at an extreme level, though Dominic could feel the strain on the barrier as it dampened the worst of the winds and absorbed the waves that crashed over the walls.

Putting the house on a hill inside the walls was both a blessing and a curse. They weren’t underwater, but the house was in the wind, and in an age of rifles and artillery, the house was almost entirely exposed to bombardment.

Even with cannon fire, it was a poor design, but this Manor was an extremely old one, a historical Manor, showcasing the long lineage of the former occupants.

Amie relaxed a little with Dominic taking on the strain of feeding the barrier, but returned to the top floor to check their surroundings.

There were far too many tornados building around the Manor, and the storm only seemed to be growing as the afternoon faded. Soon, it would be nothing but lightning to mark the approach of the deadly winds, and they would need a watcher on both sides of the house.

However, they couldn’t afford to keep the shutters open long, as even with the barriers, the house would lose heat fast through its ancient single pane windows.

This Manor might look opulent, but like the nobility of Dagos, its splendour had long since faded, leaving nothing but a husk of its former glory.

Well, that wouldn’t matter much longer, as this was likely to be the only surviving house for hundreds of kilometres in any direction.

Forget faded glory, it would be a relic of a lost civilization at this point.

A memorial to a nation better forgotten.

However, there was still one task left for them to do before they could call this war over. Someone needed to find Prince Kaizon and his inner circle and eliminate them before they could come up with a new plan to attack Cygnia.

One that might be worse than what he had tried before.