Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 60 - 59 - A Vaise.

’What the fuck...?’

’Is he showing partiality? That Argon?’

’Is he trying to help his youngest? But why? Because he’s a genius unlike ever before?’

These were the thoughts of the elders when Argon had asked the question.

After all, it was clear that Argon was trying to help Raven for whatever reason.

The most shocked ones, however, were the children of the Patriarch, sitting among the elders, as they had earned the elder title with accomplishments.

There were four, wearing masks, sitting in a line, called the Shrouders.

The Shrouders was a mandatory title for every direct descendant of the ruling Patriarch until the next Patriarch was decided.

Among them was a man sitting on the seat closest to the thrones, his violet eyes gleaming dangerously when he heard Argon’s words.

’This... is new.’

He glanced at Raven, his eyes squinting.

’The youngest might be a bigger obstacle than I had thought.’

His gaze then turned toward another elder, sitting quite far from him.

It was the elder who seemed too knowledgeable about the situation earlier.

The man with violet eyes nodded at the elder, and the elder’s expression turned serious.

It was time he acted.

Yes, he would be risking losing his life, as Argon wasn’t known to be merciful to those who dared to go against his words, but he wouldn’t be alone.

Glancing sideways, he found more elders nodding, all of them ready to support, but then—

"...No, Patriarch. She is not."

—Raven’s reply echoed.

’Wut?’

They couldn’t even think properly for a few seconds.

’What kind of dumbass would reject a grace like that?’

This was what they wondered.

Yes, they would’ve ensured Argon didn’t go on with that decision, but why did Raven say no?

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The violet-eyed man raised a brow, surprised at this development.

’Youngest, oh, youngest...’

He glanced at Argon, and looking at his narrowed eyes, he chuckled inwardly. ’You shouldn’t have done that.’

After all, Raven’s actions meant that he was kicking away the grace Argon was giving him.

Even the air felt like it did a double take.

Clara looked at Raven like she was about to slap the back of his head. ’Why would you do that?!’

"I mean, I’m happy you don’t want another girl and are thinking about me—" she smiled a bit before shaking her head, quickly adding a hurried whisper, "—but we could’ve solved that problem later!"

Jessy’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then it opened again. She agreed with Clara’s words, but it was already too late.

Raven had already spoken; they couldn’t do anything about it.

Rufus coughed once and looked away in silent disbelief, not daring to scold Raven.

Alex... actually said nothing.

Even he knew this was a next-level kind of dumb.

At the far end of the hall, Crisaius slowly stood to his full height, his expression unreadable. His arms were folded behind him, and his lips were pressed in a firm line.

"...What are you planning, brat?" He muttered, eyes narrowing. "Or did the martial training shake something loose in your brain?"

Because in everyone’s eyes, Siris wasn’t a Vaise.

That was a fact.

No child of the Vaise family had ever been lost.

Ever.

So, how could this unknown girl be one?

Even the violet-eyed man, who had been there with the principal, didn’t know that among the different types of blood in Siris’s body, there was also Vaise blood.

None of them knew the real reason for Raven’s rejection.

He knew Siris was a Vaise. There was no reason for him to use any means to avoid verification, especially when it would bind him to a psychotic girl he didn’t even have any romantic interest in.

On the other hand, Argon, sitting on the highest throne, stared at Raven a moment longer, then gave a heavy nod.

"...Begin verification."

Immediately, a pair of servants stepped forward, moving with the reverence of a religious ceremony.

One of them—a solemn man with a folded crimson robe and silver-gloved hands—carried a strange black cube wrapped in ornate golden wire.

It was the family seal.

A legendary artifact of the Vaise bloodline, capable of extracting and reacting to the blood of those who bore their legacy.

It shimmered with an eerie red glow, pulsing faintly like a living thing.

Raven’s group fell silent.

Their expressions hardened. No more jokes. No more side comments. They were standing before judgment now.

Clara lowered her arms, her face steeled. Jessy adjusted her stance subtly, as if bracing herself.

Jake nodded once, silent as ever, while Rufus clenched his jaw.

Even Alex stopped breathing for a second.

Raven looked at Siris.

She, meanwhile... seemed vaguely distracted.

She was staring at a light flickering on the wall. Her head tilted slightly like a curious cat.

She didn’t react at all to being denied.

Not because it didn’t matter.

But because she didn’t understand.

The word "woman" meant nothing to her.

Wife, though?

That would’ve gotten a reaction.

But no one had said ’wife’ again yet.

The servant stepped forward, locking eyes with her. "Please hold the seal, Lady."

Siris blinked.

She stared at the cube suspiciously, frowning, as if someone had just offered her a particularly smug-looking snake.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t want to touch something she didn’t even know about.

Her actions, however, tensed the guards.

’Is she rejecting the verification?’

That was what they thought, until—

’Touch it.’

The voice in Siris’s head spoke.

It was the spirit, and she could feel Argon’s emotions. He was displeased, and although his displeasure wasn’t directed at them, nothing good would come from trying to go against his will.

’It won’t harm you. Please, touch it.’

Siris hesitated for a heartbeat, but before the guards around her moved, she nodded and touched the seal.

Immediately—pain.

It wasn’t much.

Just a sharp pinch, like a fang sinking into her finger.

But it startled her.

With a hiss, she flung the cube away.

Gasps echoed.

One of the guards reached for his weapon instinctively.

The cube bounced once—twice—and landed.

The man who had presented it calmly walked forward and picked it up without a word.

Seeing those actions, people calmed down.

The seal was brought before Argon, and he opened its casing, revealing the internal crystal embedded in the core.

Then—

The color changed.

Black.

Pure, midnight black.

The kind of black that devoured light. A color only one bloodline could produce.

It meant one thing.

Absolute confirmation.

She was a Vaise.

Argon’s eyes flashed as he saw this.

’...’

This wasn’t the result he expected because, with this, it was clear that there was actually someone brave enough to touch those with the Vaise blood.

His eyes turned cold.

’The kingdom needs cleansing.’

However, that was for later; there was something else he needed to do right now.

He glanced at Raven, who met his eyes with a light but smug smile, making his brows twitch, yet, ignoring his annoyance, he raised the seal, presenting it for all to see.

"...She is one of us."

The words echoed through the grand hall like thunder.

Boom.

The elders stopped breathing, their eyes going wide.

Everyone was shocked, including the man with violet eyes, who was now frowning.

’...how?’

This was all he could think... for now.

The servants, on the other hand, bowed to the seal.

The guards straightened.

And silence reigned in the hall once again.

Until—

"Yes!!"

A hushed cheer broke the tension like a well-aimed rock through a stained-glass window.

All heads turned.

It was Alex, one of his fists raised with a smile so wide it could be seen from the back of the hall.

As he felt the gazes of everyone present, he recoiled.

"...Sorry," he whispered, slowly lowering his hand, trying to make himself smaller. "I got excited..."

Clara facepalmed while Jake and Raven sighed.

But despite the chaos—the doubts, the idiocy, and the absurdity—one thing was now certain.

Siris was one of them.

A Vaise.

The matter was solved—at least from the family’s point of view.

For Raven, this was the start.