Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2481

Kai was the successor of Luke, the next in line to be the chief of the Special Security Agency. Who knew—he might even become the sole inheritor of the dragon clan's legacy.

So, why would Kaelith faze him?

Cornelius listened to Kai's words and couldn't help but feel grateful to him, even if he knew how much he loved exaggerating.

Even after learning yesterday that their target was Cornelius' father, Kai stood by him and honored his wish to face Kaelith alone, despite knowing he might get hurt in the process.

A hundred years had passed in the mortal realm, and Cornelius was no longer the half-demon who grew up isolated and rejected.

He was now Cornelius Bloodbane, raised by Reuben Wynthorpe. He was also Cornelius from the Zaprath School of Demon Arts and Special Security Agency.

Without a word, Cornelius charged forward again, gathering power as he hurled himself toward Kaelith.

Though young, Cornelius carried himself with a presence and supernatural energy so strong and flawless he barely seemed like a half-demon. His command made even his father feel a flicker of unease.

The same dragon whelp Kaelith had once deemed defective and cast aside had now grown into an impressive force in just a century. Frankly, he wasn't even sure how to feel about it.

Even when he was stripped of half his dragon scales and imprisoned in the clan grounds by Luke, he had never once regretted what he did.

After all, he was born a dragon, naturally superior to humans. The pride and arrogance of the dragon clan had always taught him he could act as he pleased.

Now, watching Cornelius wield his storm of raw supernatural power, he felt a twinge of regret for the first time.

Such a powerful dragon, born of his own blood, could've been his pride, the honor of the dragon clan… So, where did it all go wrong?

Even if it was a mistake, there was no going back. All he could do now was see it through to the end.

Suddenly, Kaelith's eyes turned razor sharp. He threw his head back and let out a deafening roar that shook the sky.

Then, mustering the last of his strength, he lunged straight at the oncoming Cornelius with full force.

Everything ahead of him was covered in a blanket of white mist. Through the haze, he looked toward the massive dragon collapsed in the distance, unable to rise again.

The thorn he had carried in his heart for years had finally been pulled out by his very own hand.

He hadn't taken Kaelith's life, but from this day on, his bloodline would no longer be a source of shame. Cornelius was now his own dragon, not a son of a fugitive.

A faint smile crept across his lips. As he turned his head, he thought he saw another figure forming in the mist—a hunched, slightly frail silhouette of a woman.

It was her, his mother.

That woman had never loved him, so why did he still think of her sometimes?

The figure in the fog blurred and faded, just like his memories of her. Perhaps one day, he would forget her face for good—perhaps not. Either way, it didn't matter anymore.

He closed his eyes as a single tear slipped down the corner of his eye. Then, silently and subtly, it vanished into the muddy earth beneath him.