Once the old dragon finished the story, the duo started arguing again. They didn't understand why they were told such a story and weren't really thinking about it all that much until...

«The two of you shall be their successor.» (Old dragon)

The duo suddenly stopped and looked at the old dragon for about five minutes until they couldn't hold it in anymore.

«WHAT THE FUCK?!» (Duo)

The old dragon ignored the lightly blushing duo. He understood very well why they were blushing. They were paying enough attention to notice the story was actually a love story. This made the announcement all the more awkward.

«Their blood runs in our family, waiting for the right generation to manifest and repeat history once again. Perhaps not with a slave but the love of a half-dragon and a powerful wizard. That's you.» (Old dragon)

Zey blushed lightly and turned around and started walking away.

«Nope! Not happening!» (Zey)

But he gets stopped by Eshriel who grabs the tip of his sleeve.

«Don't go... It's fate...» (Eshriel)

A single tear flowing down Eshrial's face stole of Zey's strength on his legs. He falls down to his knees with only one thought: What kind of power is this?

«F-Fuck off... Don't...» (Zey)

As the next tear falls down Eshriel's face, Zey goes mute. After a few minutes, Zey's frustrated scream finally came out.

«GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!» (Zey)

Zey goes back and sits in front of the old dragon, blushing red like a tomato. The old dragon nods in agreement.

«Let's begin.» (Old dragon)