My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 1137: To The Witness

For a brief moment, neither woman moved.

The smiles never left their faces, yet the atmosphere inside the hall changed so abruptly that even I felt it.

The temperature climbed several degrees as tiny embers escaped the Dragon woman’s lips with every slow breath, while faint streams of silver Soul Force quietly wrapped themselves around Evelyn’s fingers.

Neither of them had openly released their aura, but they didn’t need to. The invisible pressure radiating from the two Saints alone was enough to make several nearby Transcendents instinctively take a cautious step backward. Conversations throughout the hall gradually faded until an uneasy silence settled over the gathering.

I honestly couldn’t tell whether they were greeting each other....or deciding who would throw the first punch.

Then, without the slightest warning, the Dragon woman burst into laughter.

The loud, carefree sound echoed through the banquet hall, shaking even the crystal chandeliers hanging overhead. Evelyn rolled her eyes before giving in herself, and a heartbeat later she was laughing just as hard. Whatever invisible contest had existed between them disappeared as naturally as it had arrived.

The two women stepped toward each other at the same time before pulling one another into a tight embrace.

The hug looked warm.

The cracking sound coming from their backs suggested otherwise.

"I’m genuinely happy to see you again," the Dragon woman said, her voice carrying none of the earlier challenge. "You’ve been hiding in this little settlement for far too long."

Evelyn smiled as she finally stepped back.

"And you’ve spent just as long pretending that dragons don’t enjoy company."

"They generally don’t. I am the only one who does."

"You certainly do."

They stared at one another for another second before both of them laughed again.

I watched the entire exchange with complete confusion before slowly turning toward Gerald, who had somehow appeared beside me carrying a glass of wine.

"...What exactly did I just witness?"

He calmly took a sip before answering.

"A perfectly normal greeting between Dragons and specifically two very old women."

I looked back toward the two women.

"I was waiting for one of them to throw a punch."

Gerald nodded thoughtfully.

"So was I."

I blinked.

"...That would have been so good. Epic actually and then I would have stepped in to prevent too much damage and harm to the settlement."

"Yes and then I would have come to save you from the two women," Gerald said proudly.

He shrugged as though discussing tomorrow’s weather.

"That was downright affectionate."

I decided, then and there, that trying to understand Dragon customs was probably a waste of my time.

My thoughts were interrupted when the Dragon woman finally turned her attention toward me. Her golden reptilian eyes narrowed with open curiosity as she looked me up and down, studying me with absolutely no attempt at subtlety. After several long seconds, a broad grin slowly spread across her face.

"So..."

She folded her arms across her chest.

"You’re the little monster who’s been causing all this noise. I’ve heard you walked into Region Four.....and slapped an Eternal across the face."

I couldn’t help smiling.

"I don’t remember slapping him but I do remember killing him."

"Oh, I like you already."

She walked forward without hesitation and extended a hand almost large enough to swallow mine.

"Kaelra Drakon. Matriarch of the Drakon Clan and representative of the Dragon Race."

She casually jerked a thumb toward the two young women standing behind her.

"And those two beautiful ladies are my daughters."

The girls immediately stepped forward with bright smiles.

"I’m Lyra."

"And I’m Sera."

Both of them gave small, respectful bows that looked surprisingly well-practiced.

Before I could greet either of them, Kaelra casually smacked both daughters on the backs of their heads.

"Stand properly. We’re representing Dragons today."

The two girls immediately straightened, exchanging embarrassed looks before answering together,

"...Yes, Mother."

Kaelra let out an exaggerated sigh before looking back at me.

"Teenagers. They’re exhausting."

From somewhere behind me, Gerald muttered into his wine,

"That’s a remarkable complaint coming from someone who’s only been raising them for three hundred years."

Evelyn laughed immediately.

"You’ve barely started."

Kaelra snorted.

"Don’t remind me."

The atmosphere inside the hall had changed completely.

The calm, thoughtful silence that had accompanied the arrival of the Astrals had vanished, replaced by loud voices, laughter and an energy that seemed to spread naturally wherever the Dragons went. It was chaotic, a little intimidating, and somehow impossible not to enjoy.

Before Kaelra could drag me into another round of questioning, I noticed the three Astrals approaching us once more.

Sue led the way with the same measured pace as before, accompanied by Ork and Dream, both of whom seemed just as detached from the bustle surrounding them. Their eyes quietly rotated as always, taking in far more than they ever revealed.

"It appears," Sue said with an amused smile as she reached our group, "that we finally have a moment to continue our conversation."

Kaelra folded her arms and glanced toward the newcomers.

"I was wondering when you three would stop hiding in the corner."

"We weren’t hiding. We just gave you some space." Dream answered in his usual calm voice.

Kaelra snorted.

"Same thing."

Sue simply smiled, evidently used to the Dragon’s bluntness.

However, Kaelra’s playful expression slowly disappeared. She looked directly at me, and the wild amusement in her reptilian eyes was replaced by something far more serious.

"I’ve been meaning to ask you something."

I nodded.

"Go ahead."

She held my gaze for several seconds before speaking.

"That plan. The Twelfth Soul Current. Were you the one who proposed it?"

The surrounding conversation quietened almost immediately. Even Evelyn looked toward me with renewed interest, allowing me to answer for myself.

"Yes. I was."

Kaelra didn’t react immediately. Instead she slowly exhaled before shaking her head.

"I’ll admit.....you’re either much braver than I expected.....or much crazier."

Sue laughed softly.

"Perhaps both."

She looked toward me with unmistakable curiosity.

"It takes an unusual amount of courage to willingly walk toward something that entire civilizations have avoided for countless ages."

"I wouldn’t call it courage."

I shrugged.

"I simply couldn’t find a better option."

"There wasn’t one."

Kaelra nodded without hesitation.

"If Verilux remains connected to the Soul Sea..."

"...nothing changes."

"Eternals stay. The Prime Territory remains their playground. And another few thousand years disappear."

She crossed her arms.

"So yes. I understand why you reached this conclusion."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I just never expected someone to actually say it out loud."

I looked between the two women before asking the question that had been lingering in my mind ever since Gerald told me about the different hidden races.

"Since both of your races have existed here for so long...do either of you actually possess records concerning the Twelfth Soul Current?"

Neither answered immediately.

Instead...Sue and Kaelra looked at one another. It wasn’t a long glance. Yet it silently conveyed an entire conversation.

Finally, Sue gave a small nod.

"We do."

Kaelra answered at almost the same moment.

"So do we."

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

"I had a feeling."

Sue clasped her hands together.

"The Astrals preserve memories. We record visions. We collect fragments of history. Every generation leaves behind what little it learned."

Her eyes slowly rotated.

"Unfortunately...very little was ever learned about the Twelfth Current."