Ancient Dragon in Arknights

The black horns slowly drooped down, and Nesario lowered his head.

"Huh? This... what is this? You... I... pfft—sorry."

Losley had never encountered anything like this before, with both sides apologizing to each other... She couldn't help but laugh out loud, tears streaming down her face.

"So, let's put this behind us. We've both forgiven each other, okay? Instead of dwelling on this, let's think about how to handle the rest of the story."

Nesario beckoned for Losilly to come closer. He first wiped away the tears welling up in her emerald eyes, then leaned in to ask, "Is there someone eavesdropping in this room?"

Lori's expression immediately turned serious. She immediately began to search around the room, confident that with her counter-surveillance skills, there would be no oversights.

"No."

“Very well, I need to know what the on-site investigation found. This concerns my future freedom…”

Because there were too many things to discuss, Nesario hadn't quite caught up yet—where were the three big cats from the Glasgow Gang?

Chapter 104 Colluding Together

The Royal Guard College of Victoria – Reception Room.

Indra lay listlessly on the sofa. Although the place was luxurious, she couldn't stand it anymore. The group of noble gentlemen kept coming in to interrogate her, then wouldn't let them leave. She was absolutely fed up!

“Quiet down, Indra. We probably won’t be able to leave until this is over. Instead of complaining, why don’t you have them bring in some equipment so you can practice? At least you’ll have something to do.”

Morgan was holding a thick book and flipping through it. There were several other books piled up beside her, and it seemed that she had been reading non-stop.

No wonder, Vina called Morgan the brains of the Glasgow gang, and everyone else chimed in with the same joke; though she always said she was just a little bit clever.

But behind the scenes, she worked incredibly hard to live up to the title of "team brain," acquiring knowledge in business management, teamwork, and many other areas.

Now—Victoria's most precious temple of knowledge is right in front of her, and she is studying frantically to further improve herself; at present, she can be said to have lost her appetite and wish she could devour all the books.

"Master, what about you? Aren't you bored?"

"It's alright, these books are indeed very interesting."

Vina was also holding a book with the words "Victorian Calendar" on the cover. Other Victorians might feel proud and honored to read this book, but for Vina... it was strange, because many of the things in it were "family matters" to her.

“Vina from the Glasgow Gang, come here.”

"Ugh, here we go again."

Over the past day, the Victorian military has come several times, but Vina and the others have already told them everything they know. What else could they possibly be dissatisfied with?

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Vina left the room and followed the officer to the interrogation room.

Although it's called an interrogation room, it doesn't have a dark, enclosed space or glaring white lights; a separate reception room has been used as the interrogation room, so it actually feels quite comfortable.

Vina entered the room, where someone was already waiting.

He was wearing a Victorian officer's uniform, his military cap placed on the table, his blond hair already turning gray, and even the fur on his animal ears was starting to droop.

But unlike his aged appearance, his eyes were bright and piercing, like those of an eagle or a falcon; this man was clearly no ordinary officer.

"The leader of the Glasgow Gang, Vina. Or rather... Her Majesty Crown Princess Alexandra Vina Victoria?"

"..."

Vina wasn't surprised at all; she didn't even feel a hint of astonishment. This was expected; she knew her flimsy disguise couldn't hide anything.

"Don't worry, this room is very safe. There are no cameras, no listening devices, and no Originium magic arrays."

"So what? A name means nothing. Whether you flatter me or threaten me, Victoria won't change anything. It won't stop because of a small gang leader."

"Hehe...you're joking. I was just confirming his identity. After all, it's helpful for later work. So—what is your relationship with that Neltharion?"

'As expected, I couldn't avoid it after all.'

Vina was not worried about her safety at all. Aslan's existence was still necessary. Even if she was exposed, someone would suppress or cover it up.

Neltharion wouldn't work—Vina knew that most of the nobles were her enemies, but there were also those she could ally with. The Drakks, however, were not—the Drakks were completely exterminated in Victoria.

Since the Draco is extinct, it is not appropriate for another Draco to appear on the board.

"It was just a simple investment relationship—he provided the Glasgow gang with operating funds, and we provided assistance to the best of our ability."

Vina deliberately steered the conversation toward the gray area, hoping to stop things there. Nesario's identity had to be kept secret; being watched by the police was better than being tracked by an assassin.

"I'm afraid that's not the case. He was able to defeat an entire squad of fully armed Sarkaz mercenaries single-handedly. That kind of strength is something even Tower Knights would find difficult to achieve, let alone ordinary students. Do you think that's normal?"

"Neither the Glasgow Gang nor Nesario have broken the law. Would Victoria convict someone with excessive abilities?"

Vina knew one thing well: to do things in the open, one must have a respectable reason; because of the king's inaction and incompetence, the people could hang him on the execution platform.

Now that the situation with Nesario has escalated, Victoria needs a plausible pretext to arrest him.

Even if they plan to act secretly, that's a matter for the future.

“Your Highness Vina, this is no small matter. Draco’s appearance will cause great turmoil in Victoria!”

The officer in front of her suddenly became agitated, and his address to Vina became more respectful—but even so, Vina remained unmoved.

Loyalty can never be demonstrated by mere words; a simple "Your Highness" means nothing.

“If Neltharion were Draco, I would kill him immediately. I know the threat Draco poses better than you do!”

rage!

Vina was like an enraged lion at that moment, mentioning Drak in front of Aslan was the greatest offense!

"...I hope your judgment is correct."

Who saw through whose disguise? It's unclear, but Vina did her best.

What followed was a proper statement of the incident. Vina recounted the entire process, and after confirming that it matched the previous account, the officer left.

The military has not yet definitively confirmed Nesario's identity, but once he has fully recovered, he will certainly undergo a number of tests.

'You'd better watch yourself, Nesario.'

......

As for the main character in this incident?

Knowing that his future was fraught with hardship, Nesario decided to minimize the impact of his confrontation with Lothiri.

They discovered the ciphertext, deciphered it, made a mistake, and then, along with the Glasgow Gang, ran into the Sarkaz mercenaries.

As for Nesario's subsequent achievements... I can only answer truthfully.

"My sister can use Originium Arts to manipulate calcium. Let's just say those bone spurs are products of my Originium Arts."

"But don't you lack the talent for Originium Arts?"

"This is the easiest point to manipulate. Listen carefully..."

Chapter 105 Lying

Three days later, Nesario was finally discharged from the hospital. He recovered quickly, and since he had not suffered any external injuries to begin with, he was released after a check-up revealed that there were no abnormalities on his body.

Of course, he also didn't contract Oripathy, which is the most crucial factor. Nesario himself believed he must have contracted Oripathy, but no matter how many times the instruments checked him, the amount of Originium particles in his body was lower than normal. The doctors praised him for taking good precautions, saying he looked like a healthy person who would live to be a hundred years old.

"Hehe... I'll take it as a compliment if you say a dragon lives to be a hundred years old."

Nesario returned to the campus immediately, but instead of going back to class, he went to find Angelia.

“You’ve gotten yourself into a lot of trouble this time, but what’s even more troublesome is that you’ve managed to resolve it.”

"Isn't this bad?"

"Heh, who knows how many people are paying attention to you. One person, unarmed, killed an entire squad of fully armed Sarkaz mercenaries. Neltharion, do you think I could have done that back in the army?"

"With ease?"

“Absolutely not. Although the Sarkaz have always been ostracized, you only know that they are natural-born warriors after fighting them. So, tell the truth later—if you try to hide anything and it gets discovered, things will be in trouble.”

"Yes, sir."

Upon entering the office, three men in military uniforms were already waiting inside.

Nesario straightened his back and saluted before taking his seat after receiving permission.

Only then did he dare to openly examine the people in front of him—the three officers looked to be quite old, all of the Felin race, and all three exuded a very solid aura, appearing to be quite formidable.

"Nesario, from Colombia, passed the Royal Guard Academy's entrance exam with excellent grades. Furthermore, he performed exceptionally well after enrollment, and beyond the necessary knowledge, he already possesses the skills of a professional soldier. Am I right?"

"You flatter me. Compared to a regular soldier, I still have a lot to learn."

"Yes...that's true, like this time. Your handling of the situation was so poor that it almost escalated to the most dangerous situation. If you were a soldier, I would definitely send you to a military court!"

The officer in the middle praised Nesario, his tone not as cold as his appearance, but rather as pleasant as a spring breeze; the one on the left was not so friendly, his sharp eyes were fixed on Nesario, and his words were merciless.

“I have realized my mistake, so I can accept any punishment.”

Nesario verbally expressed acceptance and remorse, but in reality—and those who knew him knew—he showed no remorse whatsoever. He was currently mentally simulating how many teeth the old man would break if he punched him.

One plays the bad cop, the other the good cop; one applies pressure, the other grants approval. The weaknesses of human beings have long been thoroughly studied by various psychologists. In Colombia, there are even professional psychologists. Nesario had witnessed this kind of trick when he was a child, and he chuckled inwardly at it.

He was Colombian, but the Colombian tycoons were not worth his loyalty, and Victoria was even less so. All that Nesario valued were those around him, meaning that the three people in front of him were all imaginary enemies.

"The school has already made a decision on this matter, but we still need your opinion."

Finally, the man on the right spoke up. Only then did Nesario realize that he was the vice principal of the Royal Guard Academy, probably a retired general.

"Appreciate further details."

"Two options: First, merits and demerits cancel each other out, the school will not punish you, but you will also not receive any reward for this action; second, merits and demerits are separated, your file will record the major mistakes and losses, but the school will give you an honorary medal and corresponding publicity."

"learn......"

Nesario weighed his options in his mind. At this moment, he could not just look at the surface. The situation was turbulent, and every move had to be carefully considered.

'The first approach seems easy enough, but if my deeds aren't publicized and the impact quickly fades, then a special investigation team will come afterward... I probably won't be able to escape it. Anyway, I'm not going to work in the Victorian army anymore, so a demerit is a demerit!'

"I choose the second option."

Can you tell me why?

"A soldier must be brave enough to take responsibility and also dare to pursue honor. I don't want to miss out on either of these, so I will accept the punishment and also gain the honor."

"..."