"So, what about you? You can share your wives’ abilities. That means you should also be able to transform into a dragon now. What color dragon are you?" she asked.
Avery didn’t look particularly surprised. She simply nodded once, as if she had already considered that possibility.
Isaac nodded slightly.
As for Alice’s fate, he never thought about hating her for it. Even if that brought bad luck, he would stay with her forever.
"Once again, you don’t need to worry too much. Dragon societies have gone extinct. There’s no one left to hunt her. I just wanted you to know because it’s something related to fate," Avery replied.
The conversation naturally ended there. He canceled the Mirror Dimension, and the space around them folded back into reality. The farm reappeared, along with the gentle hum of mana flowing through the crops.
He began reorganizing the land. The crops he had brought from the past were valuable, and he wanted to handle them carefully. After some thought, he designated five hundred hectares specifically for those crops. The area was large, but the city had expanded enough that space wasn’t an issue.
Isaac took a short rest afterward, sitting near the edge of the farm. The breeze carried the scent of soil and fresh growth. It was calm.
He decided to go around the city and meet people.
Paul was hammering a piece of metal when Isaac entered. The rhythmic clang echoed through the room, but the moment Paul noticed him, he stopped and wiped his hands.
Before Isaac could reply, a large figure rushed toward him. Tyr’s wooden body creaked slightly as he moved, and the treant stopped right in front of Isaac.
He looked visibly happy.
Tyr gave a low, pleased sound. His branches swayed slightly, and a few leaves rustled.
Several awakener students entered.
Isaac stayed there for a few hours, speaking with them casually. The conversations were relaxed, and the time passed quickly. Eventually, he left and headed toward the universities.
After that, he met the summons who had already joined guilds. They reported steady progress, and several of them were already participating in small operations. He also met the summons who were going to be part of his army. Their training had improved, and the discipline among them was noticeably better.
The [Orb of People’s Voice].
This time, he decided to listen personally.
Voices began flowing into his mind. Some were casual conversations. Some were concerns. Others were simple remarks about daily life.
Since the city had expanded, space was no longer cramped. Isaac’s crops had also introduced cheaper and healthier food. The change had affected the entire market. Secondary food industries had begun using those crops to create new items, and small businesses were growing.
He also heard reports about the orcs and nagas.
The nagas, in particular, were handling their tasks diligently.
Then he spoke. "Ruby."
"Increase the welfare of the nagas. They’re working properly. It’s fine if we ease things for them a bit," he said.
Ruby disappeared.
After spending several hours listening to the orb, Isaac finally deactivated it.
He headed toward the Sanctum of Masters.
Jeremy’s smile disappeared immediately.
Isaac laughed slightly, and the principal chuckled.
"Stop lying, old bones," Old man Jeremy snapped.
Eventually, Isaac left and returned home.
Alice and Emily had returned from the city. Celia was also present. Catherine had spent most of the day with Isaac already. The house felt lively again.
He told them they could return to the Cradle if they wanted. They discussed among themselves for a while. Most of them decided to go back, though a few chose to stay behind to take care of the children of the Crawling Serpent tribe.
Isaac agreed. He knew refusing them would lead to nowhere.
After dinner, Isaac gave Emily a massage.
"You pushed yourself too much," he said.
Isaac didn’t argue. He continued the massage until the tension gradually left her body.
"My turn," she said.
"How can you say this to me? Look at my noodle like arms. They look so weak," she raised her arm and flexed her muscles weakly.
As the massage continued, she tried to pounce on him several times.
"We need to rest. Tomorrow’s Emily’s quest. There’s a lot to do."
"Fine."
"Then good night!" she said quickly.
"What do you mean by that? Don’t accuse me like I’m some sort of habitual criminal!" Celia said righteously.
Isaac wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t press further.