Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 690 - 393: My Foolish Little Sister

At the misty peak of the tower, the governing demigod from the Elf Clan wore a silk robe as splendid as the dawn, adorned with vibrant colors and shining brilliance.

The crown upon the head, the sash at the waist, and the golden bracelets on the wrist were all treasures of the Inheritance, yet these treasures that could provoke a national war were merely embellishments on her, unable to steal her slightest radiance.

The Silver Moon Princess, who never grew up in the past, has transformed into a graceful maiden over two hundred and thirty years, with eyes as bright as the silver moon, captivating and charming, and silver hair glistening like a waterfall, gently floating as she walked, emanating sparkling brilliance.

When she stood at the dwelling of the Holy Dragon, the entire palace seemed to be enveloped by her light, rendering everything around dim and lifeless.

The passing fairies couldn’t help but stop, casting astonished glances at her; she was like the embodiment of youth and beauty, the most perfect Silver Moon Elf of the world.

Yet, Parvati, whose presence was like the silver moon in the night sky, dimming the stars, could not overshadow the brilliance of the Holy Dragon, just as the moon can never exceed the sun.

"You are siblings connected by blood; why must it come to this, swords drawn against each other!"

Noah looked at the Silver Moon Princess below, now grown up, offering counsel, yet feeling countless emotions within.

He knew that mediation and counseling were useless, whether it was Parvati in front of him or Wayne, the Eternal Night Lord, both were no longer the youth they once were; they each ruled their own domains.

They both possessed their own wills, and even he merely stood superior in status; since such a situation had occurred between them, a clash was destined.

Noah had already prepared for the worst outcome, and the reason for his emotions was because he thought of himself, as he was now a grandfather.

He had grandchildren and would have great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren in the future; his lineage would pass on through generations, but the alienation amongst descendants was inevitable with the bloodline passing down.

Iliad and Terramus were blood brothers, and their children would also be cousins; although not as intimately connected, they would still play and bond fairly well, and their grandchildren would similarly have close interaction. However, by the time of their great-grandchildren, a sense of estrangement would occur.

Noah couldn’t help but contemplate that as his lineage continued to pass down, whether such a situation, where swords were drawn and bloodlines clashed, would appear among his descendants.

Despite not wanting to think about it, Noah had to concede that such a situation was highly likely, especially when his territory began to extend beyond the Plane, expanding to the Different Plane, and when the Dragon Sons and offspring of dragons wielded power, conflicts were inevitable.

Among the Metallic Dragon Race, harmony was not absolute; disputes, even wars, could erupt. Correctness did not equal harmonious existence; often, it meant opposing stances.

In such times, the method to prove who was more correct was exceedingly simple; it was merely war, where the victor is correct and the defeated wrong, leaving no room for debate after the outcome.

"We are but partially connected by blood; apart from that, we have no other relationship, Grand Uncle, you know, I want to resolve disputes peacefully, but he doesn’t give me a chance."

"Alas, you have all grown up, my words perhaps won’t be heeded by you, if so, your affairs shall be resolved by you, yet your conflict should remain limited between you, avoiding escalation and irreparable consequences."

"I just want the elves to no longer be threatened by the Blood Clan; as long as the purpose is achieved, I will cease all actions."

"Hmm, go ahead!"

Noah understood that the implication from this grandniece was that she would not relent unless her purpose was achieved.

However, it mattered not, as Noah couldn’t fathom what method these two could use to fully resolve each other.

On one side was the Eternal Night Lord with existing strength, and on the other was the Natural Demigod favored by the Seven Gods. It’s no exaggeration to say, neither could achieve even self-destruction, simply impossible.

Thus, Noah was too lazy to intervene in their affairs, merely watching, like a bystander dragon, when a true conflict erupted.

When Noah ceased to intervene, the conflict between these half-siblings erupted officially, though the manner of its eruption slightly exceeded Noah’s expectations.

After meeting Noah and conversing with him, these siblings lost their reservations, both wishing to confirm whether Noah would truly not intervene, either by taking sides or aiding the other; once assured he wouldn’t, they freely engaged.

As Parvati, the Great Governor of the Royal Court, sought to eliminate the Eternal Night Shadow from its roots, doing away with it once and for all.

But Wayne discerned her intentions and gave her no chance, moreover, the Eternal Night Lord himself ventured into the Elf Court, beginning to command the previously freely developing Blood Clan.

What was initially stirring internal dynamics within the elves, subtly posing threats, and nearly causing calamity disrupting the court’s resurgence, quickly evolved, escalating into a splitting war.