Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3645

Chapter 3645: Death Rites (Part 2)

More importantly, the Fire Dragons couldn't afford to offend Menadion and risk her enmity. She had refused to give them lessons, but she might still be willing to clear their doubts about how to use the Eyes and Ears properly.

Maybe, Menadion would craft Blade Weapons for them in the future.

"Then what about the materials to craft an armor?" Lith said. "As you know, my sister has recently evolved into a Divine Beast. Her old equipment is now useless, and collecting the resources for an enchanted armor of that size is beyond my means."

"I understand." Erghak nodded. "Yours is the hurdle all newborn bloodlines have to face. Our bodies are strong, and our size makes us Dragons among mice, but at the same time, it's a weakness.

"While the other races need but a few drops of powerful metal and ingredients to increase their prowess, we need a kingdom's treasure just to cover a Wyrm. Aside from my sympathy, however, there's not much I can offer.

"My clan is indebted to you, but not that much. Unless, of course, you are willing to take a Fire Dragon as your wife and join us."

"Thank you for your offer, but no." Lith dismissed the idea with a sweep of his hand. "I was thinking about a Dragon's corpse."

"A Dragon's corpse?" Erghak echoed with fury, his eyes narrowing as black smoke blew out of his nostrils.

"Don't get me wrong." Lith raised his hands, realizing how his words might be misunderstood. "I'm not asking you to desecrate the tombs of your warriors or plunder the remains of any respectable member of your clan.

"I assume that even among noble Wyrms like the Fire Dragons there are scoundrels and criminals. If there is the corpse of a murderer, a traitor, or anyone you have executed rotting in a ditch, I'd be happy to take it off your hands.

"Beggars can't be choosers, and my sister wouldn't mind wearing a Syrook like I do."

"Thanks for the clarification, it makes your insult to my clan less severe, but it's an insult nonetheless." Erghak snarled, his eyes still smoldering with outrage.

"How did I insult you? Do you have laws to protect dead criminals?" The honest surprise in Lith's voice reminded the Wyrm how young and ignorant of the Brood's customs the Tiamat was.

"Hasn't your master, Faluel, taught you that we don't wear our dead kin's scales unless we receive their permission?" Erghak asked.

"Yes, but she also specified it was restricted to people who had the time or opportunity to leave a will." Lith nodded in reply. "Knowing how prideful Dragons are, I assumed criminals had no right to a will and that no one would claim their corpses."

"And you are right on both accounts." Erghak replied. "Wearing the scales of a traitor like Syrook would be akin to carrying their shame. The greater the crime, the more despicable a Wyrm is, even in their death.

"Yet you arrived at the wrong conclusion. Dragons don't keep the corpses of their criminals. They deserve neither a nameless tomb nor a mass grave. After their execution, a convicted Wyrm is burned into ashes with Origin Flames.

"It's our way to purify our clan from their crimes and purge their memory. We leave no trace of the criminal's existence. What you propose is an insult to the victims of the Wyrm and a mark of shame on his living family. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." Lith bowed in apology.