Realm Patriarch

Morning comes. After they ate at a newbie Symbiotic restaurant, Remy and his family straight up went back home and slept. Then nothing happens after that until morning comes when Remy bid goodbye and left for the robot that is assigned to him.

On the window looking at the departing Remy, Crastecian is holding something like a communication device.

"Is it true?"

Another raspy voice was heard on the communication device that Crastecian was holding. The sound is authoritative and even Crastecian itself seems to shake.

"Yes, sir, one of the three that I am taking care of posses extreme thirst for blood, and he is immune to poison," Crastecian said as he noticed Remy when he drank that cure just to hide his ability.

"A poison Blood dragon?! Not some normal blood dragon?!" The raspy voice on the other side shouted with a loud voice and an obvious shock to it.

"Yes, sir."

Crastecian shakingly said to his communication device.

"You're not joking, are you? If you do, I will feed you to a draconic shark instead. I am sure that you will hear your bones crunch slowly and feel it deeper painfully."

Threatened by the voice on the other side. Crastecian sweated furiously. He is shaking and is careful about what he is going to say.

"Sir, I am sure. He bought a poisonous fruit and swallowed it. The poison should've spread wide. However, it didn't even affect him. An indicator that he is immune to it."

The voice on the other remained silent when Crastecian explained it all about Remy. At first, he didn't want to tell, anyone, however, Remy who drank poison fends off the poison easily. But he didn't let Remy notice it, for he didn't want to ruin the event.

"Hold this line. For now, I will call someone important. Make sure that you are using your mind well, and talk to him carefully or both of us could die. Don't worry, if you pull it off, we will be rewarded. Rehahaha!"

The voice on the other side said with a burst of crazy laughter that made Crastecian scared and speechless.

'Aren't you gonna kill me if I don't speak carefully?' he said. However, the voice on the side disappeared and

Crastecian knew he is now contacting a bigger man from an upper realm that the man was connecting with.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"MAKE SURE THAT YOUR NEWS IS GOOD OR I WILL COME DOWN THE LOWER REALM ME AND EXECUTE BOTH OF YOU, YOU UNDERSTAND??!!!"

A thundering roar was heard on the other side, Making Crastecian shake even more.

"Ah... Hehe... Patriarch." Even the owner of the raspy voice earlier is silent.

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING!! F.U.C.K!!! THE FLYING VENOMOUS DRAGON FAMILY IS GIFTED WITH A TALENTED SEED! A LITTLE GIRL WITH A NINE EVOLUTION BEAST! EVEN TO THIS PLACE, THAT IS F.U.C.K.I.N.G A LEGEND!!! NOW THAT OLD MAN IS BOASTING TO ME! AND F.U.C.K THIS FAMILY! NO F.U.C.K.I.N.G GOOD SEEDLING!"

The so-called Patriarch was releasing his frustration on them, which made the raspy man on the other end stutter.

"Ah- Patriarch," Crastecian said, with a shaky voice.

"WHAT IS IT?! I TOLD YOU DON'T INTERRUPT ME! IF THAT NEWS IS NOT GOOD, YOU BETTER PREPARE YOUR GRAVE OR JOIN ANOTHER RACE YOU S.H.I.T!!"

The crastecian phone was so loud because of that loud shout from the Patriarch on the other end. Crastecian couldn't help but mention, "Blood- Blood- Poison Blood Dragon."

"MAKE SURE THAT- THAT- THA... What???!"

"Poison-Blood dragon patriarch."

"The Poison-Blood dragon patriarch."

Crastecian and the owner of the raspy voice earlier repeated and said at the same time. It is known that spiritual symbiosis beasts have a lot of auras inside them, so having a flying then poison and blood dragon is normal.

"Are you kidding me?" He said this time his voice is soft and gentle.

"We are sure patriarch, you can contact the realm one department and watch him in the camera." Proposed by Crastecian itself. All of them, the training grounds, the families, and places, are all owned by the Fladan clan itself, so this old man or Patriarch can surely check it.

"I'll look," the old man calmly said. This is not the time to be furious. This is ultimate news.

Imagine a Poison-Blood dragon descendant was found on his family itself. Once a descendant of their clan spread their genes and tamed a random dragon blooded spiritual symbiosis beast. A mutation might occur and sometimes make them awaken their tamed beast's ancestral bloodline.

It is extremely rare for a descendant to appear an evolution of a blood dragon. However, a flying, poisonous dragon is also rare. Right now, if all those things are true, then the old man needs to handle it well.

''Patriarch, I already sent the video to you." Said respectfully and gently by the man with a raspy voice on the other end.

"Oh? I got it." Said the so-called Patriarch.

Crastecian and the owner of the raspy voice kept waiting, and about an hour later, the Patriarch says, "There's a lot of a talented individual on this trial. Flying flame dragon and Flying shadow dragon, report them to their respected clans." The patriarch calmly suggested,

"Yes, patriarch, we will call them later. How's your finding Patriarch?" Asked the owner of the raspy voice.

"Hmmm." His voice is serious and sounds confused. "I looked at his aura, and I only saw two aurae are living in his surroundings, which are Darkness and Death. However, I cannot peek at him inside and only saw the aura surrounding him, which is peculiar. It's only a video, even so, I cannot see it."

The two only listened and waited.

"Don't keep on watch on him all the time. His eyes and movements are precise and very alert. He will notice once you tried to spy on him, just send me the report of his accomplishment. That will do."

The so-called Patriarch said seriously, his eyes had ill intent towards them, "Did you all plant a keeper on him?" He asked on the other side.

He is speaking this time to Crastecian, not the owner of the raspy voice, so...

"No, patriarch, that time when he noticed that something is abnormal, a little girl came in that we cannot find where she is from, but she disrupted him from noticing that we don't need a keeper so we just let her in that family," Crastecian said respectfully.

"That's good, I will order you something, I hope you make it."

"What is it, Patriarch?"

"Order the keeper to do that once if that guy could get at least three evolutionary orbs today. I have a feeling he will."

Suddenly, Crastecian froze. But then his expression turned sour. "We understand, patriarch."

"The robot, send me their interactions. I am curious about it."

"Yes, Patriarch."

"Off you go."