《Rise of the White Dragon 》Chapter 269: How Nora and Luan Met
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Time darkened as they traveled.
"Let's stop here and camp," Nora suggested.
Luan made his clouds stop. He went down with Lenore and Ingrid. Nora came down with her pair of red bat wings. The place they stopped was located in a dense forest, with more than 1 billion trees around. Most of the trees were over 20 meters long; these hindered the chances of encountering large flying monsters.
"I'm going to isolate the place." Nora casts an absurd amount of spells in an instant. She was even faster than Luan. A hemispherical dome began to form around them; it was 200 square meters.
"Nothing more to do," Luan shrugged. "I'll set up the tent."
"It is not necessary," Nora said.
With a wave of her hand, she cut a lot of nearby trees, then she threw something hemispherical on the ground. With the sound of *Puff~!* a mansion appeared.
Ingrid's mouth dropped open. It was the first time she had seen something like this. Luan was already aware of this, but over time, he had forgotten, mainly because of the price that was at least 1 million credits to get a small house - a very high value for something that was not so useful at the moment if he could waste a little more time and create a tent.
"Don't just stand there, come in." Nora's voice was neither high nor low. It was soft and a little cold as she looked at Ingrid.
Ingrid sensed Nora's hostility but didn't let herself be shaken. She walked in and asked, "These werewolves, do they always attack you?"
"Yes and no," Nora told her, "I met Luan because of them."
Luan nodded. He still remembered like it was yesterday.
"That was over 800 years ago," Nora said with nostalgia, "Luan was surrounded by werewolves when I saw him. It was love at first sight. I saved him and we started adventuring together. Later, we became friends with 3 others..."
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"What happened to them, Nora?" Luan pulled out a chair for Ingrid to sit in when they reached the living room. Pulling out another chair, Luan sat beside Ingrid and Lenore sat on the other side, while Nora sat across from Luan.
"They went their own way." Nora said nonchalantly. "I wanted to find a way to find you again, and they thought I had no hope. I started looking for ways and means while strengthening myself to reach the Seventh Order. Sometimes I still hear rumors about them, but it's been 30 years and I haven't seen them."
"What if they had tried to stop you from looking for Luan?" Ingrid asked.
Nora looked at Ingrid, her eyes a cold steel gray, "I would have killed them."
Ingrid arched her brow. "Weren't they your friends?"
"One thing has nothing to do with the other." Nora smiled, her white vampire teeth gleaming. "If they tried to stop me from meeting Luan, I'd kill whoever it was."
"Even if it was me?" Lenore asked with a cold smile.
"...I would trap you in a dungeon until I found your father," Nora said.
Lenore broke out in a cold sweat. She knew her mother would do something like that if it had happened.
"I'll use your kitchen." Luan got up.
"It's your house," Nora said with a charming smile. Luan looked at her and sighed but chose not to comment.
With Luan gone, the three girls stared at each other in silence, until Lenore said, "Ingrid, you've been dating my dad for how long?"
Ingrid looked at her and immediately said, "It's going to be 4 months."
"4 months only?" Nora arched her left brow, then she smiled. "Very little time."
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"Yes, but we do..." Ingrid stopped what she was about to say, then she continued, "We show our love to each other every day we spend together."
"... I see." Nora was jealous of her. For decades she wanted this, but because of Luan's condition, she couldn't have had what she wanted...
Ingrid sort of sensed Nora's frustration and envy, but decided to ignore it as she looked at Lenore. "Now that you're here, you don't need to wear your veil, do you?" She took hers off herself.
"You are right," Lenore then said that she took off her veil. She was indeed a beauty, and on top of that, she reminded Ingrid a little of Catharina.
Ingrid commented, "You look like Luan's sister."
"Seriously? She…" Lenore stopped what she was about to say.
"Exactly, she didn't die." Ingrid was quick to notice her hesitation.
"W-What is she like? Like, what does she look like?" Lenore was very interested.
"Mm, a lot like you actually: with red eyes the same as Luan's and white hair. She has an excellent body." Ingrid smiled a little. "She is quite indifferent and cold to strangers, but warm and kind to family members."
Lenore tried to imagine. Although she managed to get a vague idea, she still preferred to see her in person.
"And my grandmother?" Lenore asked.
"Mm... She's amazing," Ingrid said, "Maira is the most amazing woman I know. She raised Luan and Catharina on her own. Not only that, she created a huge company called Dimas Corporation, and even though she was so busy, she always made time to cook dinner for her children."
"So they didn't tragically die this time…" Nora muttered. She still remembered how it was Luan's Achilles' heel. He had even fought to the death an Emperor (Sixth Order) while at the edge of the Fifth Order when he spoke ill of his mother.
As they talked and became more familiar with each other, Luan finished cooking.
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Luan had gotten up the next morning while it was still dark. He started a fire, boiled some coffee, and fried some eggs and bacon. Thirty minutes later he opened the kitchen window; the suns were now two huge blood-orange balls and he could feel the heat.
"Good Morning," Ingrid said as soon as she arrived in the kitchen. She had her beautiful blond hair down. Moving closer, she kissed Luan's cheek and went into the bathroom. After washing her face, she came back. Minutes later, Nora and Lenore arrived too.
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