The day of the Marriage of Drayken and Synthia!

"Eh!?" Drayken's loud, stunned voice reverberated through the library.

"You brat, did you forget your own wedding day?" The old man's brows twitched. "Do you need a good beating to knock some sense into you?"

"Of course I didn't." Drayken rose from the study table, several books toppled off it from the slightest movement.

"I was just about to get ready."

"Then get ready!" the old man roared, spit flying through the air, his voice almost a terrifying growl.

"If you disappoint my granddaughter, I'll end you, chosen one or not!"

"Yes!" Drayken immediately straightened, back stiff, almost saluting on the spot.

He had been so focused on spells over the past week that time had become a blurry mess.

Without wasting another moment, he rushed out, shifting into his majestic dragon form before soaring into the skies.

The old man watched Drayken's departing figure with narrowed eyes.