Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Chapter 523 - Taming the Whole - 6

The King of Yano, the most powerful man in the kingdom, the warrior who had faced dragons and emerged victorious, knelt before an eleven-year-old boy.

"Please," he murmured, and now his voice carried no royal authority. It was simply the voice of a desperate man asking for help. "Not as a King, but as a father."

His hands moved to take Larissa’s, holding them with a gentleness that made more tears flow with greater intensity down his daughter’s cheeks.

"Help me save my daughter," he pleaded, gently kissing Larissa’s forehead. "My family. My people. Yourself."

He turned toward Ren directly, and in his eyes was a vulnerability the boy had never seen before.

The great king, reduced to his most essential self, asking for power not for conquest or glory but for the chance to protect what mattered most.

"I entrust you to care for Larissa in my absence," he murmured. "Promise me you’ll do whatever is necessary to keep her safe."

Larissa seemed to understand, at that moment, her father’s resolution.

She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, a gesture that would have been childish if it hadn’t been loaded with such mature determination.

She looked at Ren, whose eyes were somewhat teary, clearly still undecided.

Then, in an act of courage that rivaled anything the adults had done on the battlefield, she lifted her forehead toward the ceiling and breathed deeply, feigning a maturity she shouldn’t have needed.

"Give it to him, please," she asked Ren, her voice trembling but firm. "It’s the only way."

It wasn’t a child asking for a favor. It was a princess requesting her father’s sacrifice.

Ren felt as if the world had contracted to include only this moment, this decision, these three people in the center of a battle that would determine the fate of hundreds of thousands.

He looked at Dragarion, kneeling and vulnerable, asking not as king but as father.

He looked at Larissa, desperately trying to be brave when what she had barely recovered was about to be lost forever.

He thought of his own parents, of all the families in the kingdom who depended on him making the right decision, no matter how painful it was.

Finally he nodded, a single inclination of his head that sealed his King’s fate.

"Grandma Selphira!" he shouted, his voice loaded with desperate urgency. "We need to get his majesty Dragarion to touch the crystal window!"

As if it had been waiting for that declaration of defiance, the veins in the walls expanded dramatically.

The sound was like meat and skin tearing, and from one of the cave’s faces began to emerge something that made all previous beasts seem like minor annoyances.

Bloodwyn.

But not the Lord Bloodwyn some of them had known. This was a version that had been completely absorbed by corruption, transformed into blood itself.

And it wasn’t the only energy signature... dozens of similar-level marks began to be felt growing in the chamber.

On the other side, Ravenspire’s shadows began emerging as well.

Ren realized, with a clarity that chilled his blood, that the king was right... they didn’t have enough power to face what was about to emerge completely.

What they had fought so far had been scouts, probing attacks. This was the corruption’s true response to their threat.

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Selphira learned of the plan through Ren’s rapid words, and for a moment she looked at Dragarion.

In her eyes was respect, frustration, and something that could have been genuine pain at what was about to happen.

"I curse myself for not being strong enough," she murmured to herself, "and having to depend on a dying idiot to save us all... A very valorous and fiery idiot."

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