"Elder brother, are you serious?"
Dragon Warden asked as the two sat on top of the Empyrean World's highest mountain.
"Why would I not be?"
Regretless asked and stood up.
"Let the fools make all the comments they wish. As long as we brothers know where we stand, it's all inconsequential."
He replied while casting a gentle glance and warm smile toward Dragon Warden. Unlike the other scions of the Empyrean Dragon Race that either had golden or silver hairs. Regretless' eyes and hairs were an ordinary black.
Of course, that was undoubtedly related to his sealed bloodline. A bloodline whose origin only their father and his long-lost mother could name with certainty.
"Dragon Warden, I do not envy you. What good is there in being emperor? The adoration and obedience of all? The enforcement of rules and the maintenance of peace throughout all Realms?