The Blind Dragon Chapter 3

The next day was the Divine Clan's annual banquet.

In previous years, before each banquet, I would buy Elena many gifts.

While she excitedly opened them, I'd seize the moment to ask, "Elena, will you be my dance partner at the banquet?"

Elena would pause, then her smile would fade. "I don't want to go."

"But... a dance partner is usually one's fiancée."

"You can ask someone else. I don't mind."

Back then, I always attended the banquets alone.

My brother and Emma were always the center of attention. He would dress her in the most beautiful gowns and dance with her gracefully, holding her tenderly.

When the music slowed, they would embrace tightly in the dim light. My brother would whisper against her neck, making Emma laugh softly, her wolf tail wagging happily.

I would stand in the corner, watching their happiness, sighing, envying, feeling lost.

This time around, I didn't even ask Elena.

I simply told her that Emma and my brother seemed to have had a fight. Her interest was immediately piqued, and she said she'd come with me.

Before the banquet started, Elena said she was going to the restroom and disappeared.

Feeling bored, I wandered without thinking toward the depths of the garden.

When I reached the edge of a grove, I heard flirtatious voices—a man and a woman.

I knew those voices all too well.

Elena and my dear brother.

Elena said, "What should we do, Sebastian? Adrian seems to be getting suspicious of me."

Sebastian's tone was gentle. "It's fine, Elena. There's no rush. As long as Adrian still likes you, you'll have your chance."

"Adrian does like me a lot. But what about you? When are you going to break things off with Emma?" Elena's tone carried dissatisfaction.

"Just wait a little longer. Soon."

I laughed coldly to myself. So my brother's supposed grave injuries were all a lie.

In my previous life, my brother had returned from battle gravely wounded, his life hanging by a thread, urgently needing a relative's heart for medicine.

He'd claimed the method was too cruel, that it would destroy the donor's foundation, that anyone who lost their heart would be useless—he'd adamantly refused to let any dragon clan member sacrifice themselves.

Now it seemed all that theater had one purpose: to get my heart.

I listened for a while longer, then quietly slipped away. No need to confront them yet. There was something more important I needed to do first.