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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 65: Tracing the Truth
Volume 8, Chapter 65: Tracing the Truth
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The rekindling ritual ended in a way none of them had anticipated. Neither Fuyuan nor the Dragon Kings imagined it would lead to... this.The sacred artifact left behind by the ancestor Apollo — the Golden Helmet — had been replaced with a fake.
Who would dare do something so bold?
Where had the real one gone?
Was it destroyed?
Or hidden somewhere?
And for what purpose was it stolen?
—
Countless questions surged through Fuyuan’s thoughts at once. His mind wavered, but he forced down the chaos and spoke coldly:
“Orion, arrange the guards. Search the entire city—no, even the surrounding valleys and forests. Turn the whole of Blazing Sun City upside down if you must. The Golden Helmet must be found.”
Orion responded immediately:
“Yes, City Lord!”
Fuyuan took a barely noticeable deep breath, steadied his emotions, and then looked toward Leon and the Dragon Kings:
“I offer my apologies. Allowing the sacred relic left by Apollo to be lost is our failure. For this, I sincerely apologize to all of you—”
He started to bow, but Morgan stepped forward and supported his arm.
“No need for that, City Lord Fuyuan. The sun going out is a disaster for every living being on the Samael Continent. Which means we all share the responsibility to save it. We will search for the Golden Helmet together. More hands means more strength.”
Tears welled in Fuyuan’s eyes, though none fell. He only clenched his fists tightly and replied in a low voice:
“...Thank you, Goldsand Dragon King. And thank you, friends of the Dragon clans. Truly—thank you.”
“But before we join the search,” Odin said, “we must return to our own clans to make emergency preparations. The sun’s extinction is no trivial matter. That scholar said it himself — besides climate collapse, the ancient dangerous species suppressed by solar power will gradually awaken. And more importantly—Atos may seize this opportunity to rise again. We must be ready. You understand, City Lord Fuyuan.”
Fuyuan nodded.
“I understand. The honor is ours that you would help. But even if you could not, we would not demand it.”
After formal courtesies, the Dragon Kings departed.
However—before leaving—Leon and Constantine did not mention the Golden Helmet stored in the Flame Dragon clan’s treasury.
—
Leon said halfway along the way:
“Love, take Muse home first. I have something I need to deal with.”
Rosvisser blinked.
“What is it?”
“I need to go with Constantine to the Flame Dragon Clan. Once we sort things out, I’ll explain it to you.”
Rosvisser originally wanted to ask more, but she knew—if it were something he could explain on the spot, Leon would already have said so.
“...Then I won’t ask. You go.” She nodded.
Because he hadn’t explained it immediately, it was clear that even Leon himself hadn’t fully sorted it out yet, so Rosvisser didn’t press him.
After a moment of silence, she nodded lightly.
“Alright. Then I’ll return home first and settle the girls. With the sun on the verge of extinguishing, Saint Heath Academy will likely have to suspend classes as well.”
“Mm, wait for me at home.”
Leon glanced at Muse, then reached out and gently rubbed her head.
“Sweetheart, go home with Mom first. Daddy will come back later tonight.”
Muse hesitated a little.
“Dad... you’re not going to run into any danger, are you?”
Leon smiled and shook his head.
“How could I? I’m just going to swing by Hefei’s place and take a look. I’ll be back soon.”
“...Okay. Then come back early.”
“I promise.”
Leon touched their cheeks together once, then stepped off the silver dragon’s back—where the red dragon form of Constantine swooped up beneath him, catching him with perfect precision.
The two flew toward the Flame Dragon Territory.
—
On the way, Leon asked:
“Why didn’t you tell them that your clan also has a Golden Helmet?”
Constantine snorted.
“If we said that, do you think we’d have been allowed to leave? The moment they learn the real helmet is with me, they’ll want answers first, and then the ritual.”
Leon lay along the dragon’s back, wind tearing through his hair.
“I thought the same. Better to figure out the truth ourselves before speaking. If we say anything too early, suspicion will ruin every alliance in the aftermath.”
Leon paused, then asked:
“Do you have any way of tracing how your helmet entered your treasury?”
“I do.”
Constantine replied quietly.
“Our treasury has a record-keeper — a clan elder who oversees all entry logs. We ask him.”
Leon raised an eyebrow.
“An elder... who handles entry logs?”
“What else should he be called?” Constantine replied flatly.
“A security guard.”
Constantine exhaled sharply.
“This ‘security guard’ is also the guardian of the treasury. Anyone who tries to steal from the Flame Dragons fears his strength. Only those absolutely loyal can hold that position.”
Leon nodded.
“Ah. So he’s a very strong security guard.”
“...I am done speaking to you.”
Constantine beat his wings harder, speeding forward.
—
A few hours later, they arrived at the Flame Dragon Sanctuary.
“Hefei. Go to your room.”
“Yes, Father.”
She understood she shouldn’t stay to listen and left.
Constantine led Leon toward the rear of the sanctuary — the treasury entrance Leon had visited before.
“When I came here last time, I didn’t see any elder.”
“That’s because no one sees him unless the treasury is threatened.”
Constantine spoke as he dispelled the barrier and pushed open the door.
They walked past countless relics—until finally, under the lamps, there it was.
The Golden Helmet.
Leon exhaled slowly.
“So it really is identical.”
Constantine picked up the helmet and held it under his arm.
“Come. We go deeper.”
They proceeded to the back of the vault, where a concealed door rested.
Constantine stood before it and spoke with solemn respect:
“I, Constantine, Sixth Generation Flame Dragon King, bring Leon of the Silver Dragons. We request an audience with Elder Grand.”
