Chapter 496 Son of Dragon

Amidst a burst of crying, the door slowly opened.

Miranda, the maid in charge of delivering the baby, bowed and looked at Imric, who looked extremely nervous outside, with a slight smile on her face.

"Your Highness was born safely, and there is nothing unusual about Madam."

Imrik and Creon breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, the former because he didn't have to wait so anxiously, and the latter because he could finally find a doctor to treat the injury on his arm.

"Let's go, let me take a look." Imrik couldn't help but immediately walked inside, bypassing two transfers, and soon saw his wife on the bed and the child next to her.

He strolled up to his wife, touched his extremely pale face with his hand, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, you are really a hero."

Adila hummed inaudibly, and turned to look at the child with loving eyes. Only after she was truly born did she realize how much this child meant to her.

"Look at our kids."

Imrik reached out to touch the newborn child, but he was afraid that the fragile body would be shattered if he was not careful.

There is only a little free space left, and the fingertips are placed on the top of the cheek.

A feeling that I had never felt before emerged in my heart. This was my child, and it was also a symbol of the continuation of life and its existence in this world.

After his death, he will inherit everything in the family, and he will have high hopes from everyone and become a man who is upright and upright.

Noticing that her husband wanted to touch her but was afraid of waking up the sleeping child, a smile appeared on Adilla's pale face.

"It's okay. I believe you won't hurt the child carelessly."

Encouraged by his wife, Imrik reached out his hand and gently touched the child's wrinkled skin with his fingers. The feeling of blood connection became stronger.

Seeing the interaction between the prince and his wife, everyone chose to retreat silently. It was impossible to risk their lives. Given Asul's impressive fertility rate, the supporting birth process was extremely perfect.

"We should give him a name." Adila stared at the child. She only felt that these few months of hard work were worth it. Her husband and she would ensure that he would grow up smoothly and become a real prince.

"Dracnir, Dracnir, that's his name!" Imrik was determined. The name he had been hesitating for a long time had been decided upon when he saw his son.

Hearing this name with the pronunciation characteristics of the ancient Elvish language, Adira thought for a moment and asked hesitantly,

"Son of the Dragon?"

"Yes, Son of Dragon. He will inherit my identity as Dragon Lord. Only Son of Dragon is the most appropriate name. His birth heralds that the dragon will awaken."

"This name is very good, I believe he will also be happy, right, Dracnir Caledo." Addila stretched out her hand, gently touched the child's cheek with her husband, and whispered his name.

When the two were happy that they had decided on the name of their child, Creon, who had received emergency treatment from the life mage, knocked on the door and asked if he could enter.

After getting the prince's nod, the Flameborn Knight first took a look at the sleeping child. After finding nothing unusual, he nodded secretly.

"Madam, thank you for your hard work. Caledor has been waiting for this moment for too long. We need an heir to prove that the kingdom is returning to its past glory."

"This is my duty, not just as a lady, but as a wife."

These words made Imric hold Adira's hand tightly, and he couldn't help but be very moved in his heart, and then asked Creon, "What's the matter."

"There are a large number of people outside the palace waiting for this good news. Since your birth Caledor, no new member of the royal family has been born."

Creon lowered his head and expressed the hope that Imric would personally explain the good news to the people.

Looking at the child who was still sleeping deeply, and Adira lying on the bed, to be honest, Imrik didn't want to leave the room at this time, he just wanted to stay quietly with his wife and son.

Noticing the reluctance in her husband's eyes, Adila reluctantly made a smile and said, "Take Draconir with you. You have fulfilled your duties as a husband and father. Don't forget, you are not only responsible for our family, We also need to be responsible for all of Caledor.”

"Feel sorry."

He lowered his head, kissed Adira's forehead for a moment, and picked up the infant Dragunil, "Take a rest first, and I will come back to accompany you immediately."

"Um."

Imric took Creon out of the delivery room, looked at the maids outside the door, and gave him an order,

"Let people guard this place. Anyone who enters except me and the birth attendants will be executed immediately without any questioning."

"yes."

After receiving the order, the Flame Knight immediately signaled the men who were still outside the palace to come in. The sixty Flame Knights were split into three teams. Two teams were stationed as elite troops in Nagaroth, and the other team was at all times. Stay by your wife's side and protect her safety throughout the entire process.

Imrik, who was holding the child in his arms, looked less stern than before. When he saw the child in his arms, his nose twitched unconsciously, he felt a burst of joy.

Under the gaze of everyone, the door of the Dragon Palace gradually opened, and what came out was the prince who had been waiting all afternoon, and the next heir who had been waiting in his arms for a hundred years.

Waves of prayers and cheers came from the crowd, which seemed particularly chaotic for a moment. All of this gave people a sense of hope.

After nodding hello to Mishan, who was responsible for guarding the palace gate, and indicating that mother and son were safe, Imrik walked to the palace gate and looked at the extremely fanatical people, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart for a moment.

More than ten years of hard work have not been in vain. The kingdom is recovering, and Caledor, known as the Silent Kingdom, will one day wake up again.

Seeing that the prince was speechless for a moment, the nobles mixed among the people signaled to keep quiet. The most feared situation now is that this child has an innate hidden disease. Although there is no precedent for this in the Dragon Tamer family, just in case the prince happens to Encountered it.

After a pause, Imric slowly spoke. The hand holding the child felt so strong for the first time.

"Thanks to the protection of the Dragon Father and Val, my wife Adira gave birth to a son for the family. The mother and son are in very safe condition."

Cheers rang out again, and the nobles who were still restrained also joined in the carnival. The warlords had a heir, which meant that the next generation of young people could find their backbone.

But the sound of carnival that seemed to cover up the sky made the newborn child a little uncomfortable, and he began to cry loudly even though he was still sleeping deeply.

After noticing this movement, the crowd fell into silence again. Imrik, who still had a serious face, and the child in his arms became the focus of everyone's attention.

Although he wanted to put the child to sleep immediately, Imrik knew that now was not the time to do this, so he could only continue to deliver the important speech of the leader.

"This is a sign. Since the birth of the Dragon Tamer family, there has never been a new member born. I believe this is a sign of the kingdom's revival.

When the volcanic temperature rises again and smoke fills the Dragon's Back Mountains; when the number of awakened dragons gradually increases, and dragon roars echo among the mountains; when the colonies rise and Caledor's national power returns to strength, this child is the father of dragons and A gift from Val to Caledor. "

After finishing speaking, Imrik raised the child high, showed his immature face to everyone, and called his name loudly,

"Son of the Dragon—Dracnir!" (End of this chapter)