The cold on this dwarf planet is no joke. Nowhere near to the sun… perhaps I should go onwards to Monsteruin or Leishank… back to Leishank. With all that warmth from the dead star. At least I wouldn't have to be on this bitter fiery flower… which burns my stomach and cringes my throat.
Perhaps I should just have behaved well with the dragons. Being their King… that should've been enough. Being Psychon. Being looked upon, as if I'm their deity.
Tracing this deity back… he was originally supposed to be on Earth. But there was no such person on Rustizen's team. If only… if only I could find the powers of that deity..
But here I am… serving some wretched Queen. Who is just as Psycho as me.
No. I had to rule. And it had to be this place. The place with the least allies. It should be the simplest. And once I'm done here… I can find the deity, and be Psychon… no, more. And then the Primevel warriors, Leishank – back home… and even Rahambose.
Such is my simple dream now.
And no, I will not look past the thing the Shankans stand for… I won't use weapons. I shall use my knowledge to serve the Primal urge of serving my kind and the similars. But if they somehow end up getting hurt on the process… it'd surely be for the greater good.
The idea is simple… honestly. If using weapon must be so sinful… yet these SHANKANS dare use their mere fists to rip the hearts out of dragons… that means the self is the weapon. That weapon should be fine. So, why not make one THE weapon?
The Shankans didn't see the simple logic. Smart beings and all… but it is such an obvious equation. If blades were only part of our skin and bones… like sharp claws or jaws, or horns or thorns.
The Queen here was surely blind. Of all the people missing. And me being the obvious candidate of such a misery. But she must casually, subtly, hinting a nod at my work. The greater good.
Ah, speaking of missing people…
'General Tyle and Queen Elena go missing, as King Lithin: The Wise, assures every dragon's safety without any further comments.'
What a joke. These… The IMPERFECTS, was it? They were so broken, after that one girl died. All this misery must've been my great doing.
But quite interesting how these headlines hint towards such… retard-ness. These THINGS, deserved my concern on being greater beings? What a joke.
Puny common happenings. Just like the Queen said.
"Sir… SIR!" a call comes out, with racing footsteps towards the bashed open door.
"Stop!" I whisper while throwing the needle down. "Yelling. Villains yell. We are supposed to be scientists, for crying out loud. You want the Queen to doubt us again? Do you? Huh? Tell me."
"N-no," the assistant shudders at my glare.
I sigh at my own rage. "I acted out with rage and concern. I apologise. They just… are so hard," I swing my hand towards where the castle should be… far away from here.
"Well, that… is why I'm here sir. I think they've adopted doubts."
My eyes open up wide. "How?"
"Somebody from the castle informed me about a whisperer. In the Queen's chamber."
"A whisperer? A ghost? Why?"
"Not just any ghost, sir. It might've been the Beauty."
"Why'd Achlys… ghosts can't survive here. For her to have come, even for her… she must've killed something big."
"I was thinking of an Attear but," Achlys appears behind the assistant, and he falls towards one of the tables. "But I got a very special taste. Quite sating."
"Must've been, when you're still standing there like that."
"Oh, how'd you know, Psycho…n. All you care about is pointy objects."
Wondrous how the rumours spread and people care of one single thing.
"Grinning, are we?"
"Well, why shouldn't I?"
"Because The Empire has a new, way better, dictator," Achlys says, catching my attention. "You know… Rahambose."
"Chit-chat seems to suit you two a lot," Queen arrives out of nowhere. "Thought you'd be gone."
"I'll be," Achlys says and disappears.
"My Queen," I make a bow, and so does the assistant.
"Psychon…" Queen throws a smile. "What a nice time to see you… if it weren't for the situation on hand, we could have joined for what they call a dinner."
"My Queen… I do have the knowledge of the situation at hand."
"Then did you or did you not steal the people?"
Now she wanted to say that out loud? In such weird manner, upon it.
"Um… if you mean kidnap, then no ma'am. It wasn't me," I clear my throat.
"Sorry for the misinterpretation of my sentence. I would like to take a look at your 'experiments' at this sudden moment, if you please."
She sure was tough when she decides to intervene.
"But I had it hidden as a surprise to you. For the planet."
"Well, as of the situation… my cadets want you dead. But my belief in you has bought me here to see for myself and maybe get the doubts cleared. So, I suggest you to."
As she tries to arrive towards me, I go forward instead and block her way.
"My Queen… I'm sorry but I think I must've told you this earlier. I hope you can now maybe understand how important my research is."
"Should I just maybe try another room? I have a whole map, you know."
"That won't be necessary. People… die easy, and all the training wasted, my research will save us from that misery, just listen to me first."
"Nightrale…? I'm sorry; I thought that was English. You are creating Immortality?" Queen stops and looks at me, making me grin.
"That WAS the idea to start with. To me… weapons seem marvelous."
"You're a Shankan."
"Absolutely. But the way they can be… brought back to life. Any amount of breaking… they can be restored, one way or another."
"A concept of medic exists, doesn't it?"
"Yes… but the point is to make something stronger than ourselves. By BECOMING a weapon."
"Infuse them? Like, robots?"
"Barely."
"Wouldn't that hurt… them?"
"Not if we work their neurology, no. The reflex action, and all of that… if it were only to be altered. There are drugs… already available, I just merely tweaked them. For adaptation."
The Queen thinks for a while, while staring at me. And finally her lips part. "And you think it'd work?"
I just silently take her out of the room, without her being able to look at my table. And I make her follow me to a room. A room with a man who has a spear through his chest, and swords through his hands.
"He… seems dead."
"No… ma'am, he is not dead."
The Queen looks at me, and I smirk without trying to look at her. As she follows where my eyes are fixed, she jumps at the sight of the guy staring into her eyes, standing right in front of her.
"What in the name of the Guardians?"
"He is totally in control. Don't you wor-"
"NO!" Queen screams, making me jump. "No way will I let you continue this! Stop this before tomorrow, when I return. And your life might as well be spared!"
"No… but my Queen."
"I'm not allowing you to go this way Psychon. You are a Linguist… live up to your name! I will return tomorrow with my blades," she hisses.
I just magically feel myself nod, while bowing my head. And she storms away, after looking back at this guy.
"What now, sir?" the mutated guy asks… what was his name? It didn't matter… he was part of MY Psycho-blades.
"Well, I don't want her to put her fingers in this anymore. She has a daughter, doesn't she? Let us get her today, so that I can make a new queen," I say with rage and a smile up my face. "My War-Queen…"
--- TO BE CONTINUED ---
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Author's note:-
Psychon, War-Queen, and the Prophecy's story is further continued in 'Prophecy Failure: Mr. Reckless not the Harbinger of Death'. Will be back with (Volume 2) the story of our Six Empire Dragons, on 10/03/2024. Stay tuned.