Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 245

"Father already has two minor rings," Victor admitted, his voice barely audible.

Julius couldn't hide his surprise. "Two? I thought Diamond-rank dragons were invincible. And why hadn't you told me?"

"Because father didn't want to give false hope to you all," Victor replied, reclining again in his armchair. Pain flickered across his face as the movement disturbed his wounds. "You know how he is with these things. He doesn't want to promise anything until he's certain. But it seems his qilin's elemental advantage was just enough to defeat the water dragon, and the wood element advantage of his azure dragon was also enough to defeat the wind one."

"So he has made progress those last years," Julius reflected, a spark of hope igniting within him. Perhaps the situation wasn't as dire as it seemed.

"Yes," Victor conceded, "but time runs against us if Yino gets more of those soldiers. By the time he obtains all seven minor rings, it could be too late. And with one of the three major rings lost..."

The phrase hung in the air, laden with somber implications.

The director, who had remained silent during this exchange, finally intervened. "What we need now is to focus on finding it. It must not fall into Yino's hands."

Julius nodded, but his mind was working in another direction. As the King's youngest son, he had always occupied a peculiar position. He wasn't the principal heir like his older brother. This position certainly had its disadvantages, but also unique advantages.

Their father had always maintained a special connection with him, one that sometimes transcended protocol.

An idea began forming in his mind. "Perhaps I can send father a message," he suggested carefully. "Something that might make him reconsider his priorities."

Victor looked at him skeptically. "And you think he'll listen to you when he ignored my direct petitions and those of the entire council?"

A small smile appeared on Julius's face. "Maybe. He left me an option."

Victor shook his head, but there was a hint of amusement in his exhausted expression. "Go ahead, try. Things can't get worse."

Director Ignatius, observing the exchange between the brothers, seemed to find a moment of relief amid the chaos surrounding them. His phoenix briefly brightened, responding to the small spark of hope.

"Meanwhile," Victor continued, his voice regaining some of its usual authority, "we must reorganize our defenses. The triples might return, and next time we'll be prepared."

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"Are you okay?" Ren asked quietly.

Han seemed to slowly return from some distant place. He blinked, as if struggling to focus on immediate reality. His eyes had a haunted quality to them, seeing something beyond the present moment.

"Yes," he responded mechanically. "Just... surprised."

But Ren noticed how Han's fingers trembled slightly, the only crack in his facade of controlled indifference.

The carriage finally entered the inner boundaries of the academy. The damaged towers loomed closer now, the destruction more evident at this proximity. Workers could be seen on scaffolding, some using earth and wind magic to repair the structural damage, others clearing debris.

Lin excused herself to return to the front of the caravan, leaving the students to process the news. The festive atmosphere from just hours ago had transformed into solemn contemplation about the fragility of what they considered permanent. The weight of loss settled over them like a heavy blanket.

Upon arrival, they would normally have distributed materials and celebrated the passing scores. But it wasn't so this time; they sent the students to their rooms. The auxiliaries would handle distributing things later.

Priorities had shifted in the wake of the attack.

Han seemed to want to say something as they walked toward the dormitories, his gaze oscillating between Ren and the ground. His fingers closed and opened rhythmically, as if rehearsing grasping words from the air.

However, before he could decide, a figure in the uniform of administrative auxiliaries approached the group. The woman moved with crisp efficiency, her expression professionally neutral.