Chronicles of Forgotten Extra - Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Dragon Queen?
Alden looked at the once pitch-black egg.

The eggshell turned into golden light.

The light moved upward, then gently merged with the creature that had just emerged from within.

“Kyu~”

A small musical chirp echoed in the room.

Alden walked slowly toward it.

His steps were careful and hesitant.

He didn’t know how it would react to him—or how he was supposed to react in return.

He had no idea how to care for a newborn spirit.

No idea what it needed.

But he knew one thing—it mattered.

By the time he reached the desk, the creature had already noticed him.

It peeked at him from behind the broken shell that was slowly turning into a light.

Its head was tilted slightly as it looked at him with curious and unafraid eyes.

A crow.

That was the first word that came to Alden’s mind.

It looked like a crow—but also didn’t.

Its body was covered in soft, scale-like feathers which glowed faintly.

The feathers were pure white like snow, but glowing faintly at the edge.

Its eyes were completely red.

No white—just glowing crimson with vertical slits in the centre.

Eyes that should’ve looked terrifying.

But they didn’t.

Not when it stared at him with quiet wonder.

Not when it tilted its head, as if trying to read his thoughts.

It was… adorable.

And strange.

And familiar.

Its aura pulsed gently.

Alden felt a quiet warmth as if a memory that had been reborn in a different shape.

Alden stood there calmly.

Because for a moment—he felt her.

Ellara.

It wasn’t the same, not really.

The presence was younger.

It didn’t carry the same calmness.

But there was something about the way it watched him.

Something in the way the air felt around it.

As if her will… had been passed on.

As if she had left something behind for him.

The creature blinked slowly and then stared at him.

Then slowly and deliberately—it took a step forward.

A tiny clawed foot tapped the surface of the desk with a soft clink.

Then another.

Not afraid.

Not hostile.

Just… close.

Alden’s chest tightened.

He didn’t speak.

He just stood there.

Watching.

Waiting.

The spirit moved with a grace that felt both delicate and eerie.

It approached him—curious.

Then stopped at the edge of the desk.

Alden inhaled.

He raised his hand slowly, palm open, fingers relaxed.

Not reaching. Just offering.

The spirit tilted its head again.

Then, without a sound, it stepped forward—

And curled around Alden’s outstretched finger.

Its body felt light.

The scales were cool to the touch, but a quiet warmth pulsed from within—steady, gentle and real.

Alden’s eyes widened slightly as he felt it.

The bond.

A soft chime echoed in his ear—

And then—

[A newborn spirit has chosen to bond with you.]

[Do you accept the Spirit Bond?]

There wasn’t a second of hesitation in Alden’s mind.

He didn’t even blink.

“Yes.”

As soon as he spoke, the air trembled.

A blinding light erupted around them.

His mana moved on its own, responding.

The spirit’s body glowed faintly.

He didn’t flinch.

He just watched.

As the bond formed.

A warmth spread through his chest. Like something had settled into place.

The spirit gave a low chirp and snuggled against his finger.

Alden exhaled slowly.

His eyes softened.

Then the light faded.

The room regained silence.

And a new window appeared before him.

[Spirit Bond Formed Successfully]

[You have received a new title : Spirit Guardian.]

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[Spirit Name: Unnamed]

[Gender : Female]

[Type: ???]

[Elemental Affinities: Null, Eclipse, ???]

[Stage: Infant (Bound)]

[Potential : Limitless]

Skill:

[ 1.Void Veil ] Status: Passive. The spirit cloaks itself in conceptual null, vanishing from all perception. Neither divine sight nor spatial senses can detect its presence. Cannot be pierced by rank, power, or artefact.

[2. ??? ]

[3.????]

Alden stared at the system window.

As he had expected, the spirit was female.

Well, that was to be expected; she was the successor of Ellara.

The spirit was in her infant stage.

Alden had read about it.

Spirit has four stages.

Infant spirit corresponded with Novice, Initiate and Apprentice ranks of humans.

Awakened Spirit corresponded to Adept and Expert ranks.

True Spirit corresponded to Master and Grandmaster levels.

After which they followed the normal three stages: Ascendant, Overlord and Primordial.

It was difficult to estimate power of spirit at beginning phase. Hence such systems.

Most infant spirits barely responded to stimuli.

Heck, they didn’t even have a proper form.

But this one…

He glanced down at the creature nestled in his hand.

She had a proper form.

Her feathers glowed faintly.

She had her head tilted again.

When he tapped the system window with his finger, her gaze shifted immediately toward it.

Then back to him.

…Did she understand that?

Alden blinked.

She gave another soft chirp and puffed her body, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“…You’re intelligent for someone born five minutes ago,” he muttered.

Then shrugged.

“Probably just a spirit thing.”

Not many things were known about spirits. They were completely unexplored.

So Alden shrugged her intelligence as a spirit thing. The spirits he had met in his trial were also intelligent.

Although they didn’t have a proper form like her.

Alden’s gaze shifted to her potential.

Alden looked at the limitless potential of the newborn.

Is it because of me?

The spirit had the same potential as him.

He looked at the small creature now sitting calmly in his hand.

“…Of course you’re smug,” Alden muttered.

The crow gave another “Kyu~” in agreement.

A sigh escaped his lips.

“Yeah. You’re definitely going to be a handful.”

And yet, for the first time in a long while…

Alden felt something warm settle in his chest.

Not power.

Not purpose.

Something quieter.

Belonging.

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At the same time, somewhere deep within the world of Eryndor, where the trees stretched to the skies.

There was a castle.

No map marked its presence.

No bird flew over its skies.

Even the sky above was covered by thick trees.

And yet—

Something stirred within the castle.

A low sound echoed through the desolate halls.

Dust rose, disturbed by a breath of someone who had not drawn one in millennia.

In the heart of the throne room atop an altar made up of pitch black obsidian, a figure lay motionless.

Then—

Her eyes opened.

Twin orbs of red.

She sat up, her movements unhurried and deliberate—as if she had never feared time in the first place.

Moonlight shone across her form from a crack in the ceiling—illuminating her silver-white hair that flowed down her back like water.

Her skin was pale and ethereal.

And curved horns—black, smooth, and elegant—crowned her head like a crown of something divine and dangerous.

She blinked once.

Then vanished.

Appearing an instant later on her throne.

In response to her return, shadows shifted across the room.

Magic stirred.

One by one, many silhouettes started appearing around the throne.

Kneeling.

Heads bowed.

Cloaked figures with their faces hidden with darkness.

“We greet the Dragon Queen,” they said in unison.

Their voices were reverent and fearful at the same time.

Their voices echoed across the ruined chamber.

The woman—no, the dragon—rested her cheek against her palm.

Her red eyes lazily scanned her gathered court.

“…How long has it been?” Her voice was soft, yet cold.

No one dared answer the question.

Because no one knew.

Time had stopped counting when she slept.

“What is happening in the world?”

A ripple of hesitation.

Then the cloaked one closest to her stepped forward.

“Your Majesty… The High Elves have fallen into seclusion. The Holy Empire has ceased to exist. Monsters roam unchecked in the west. The Depths continue to swell with corruption. The tower remains sealed.”

She blinked, clearly unimpressed.

Another spoke.

“Several strong clans have risen in the north.”

Her fingers tapped against the side of her throne.

Bored.

None of it mattered.

Then—A third voice. Cautious.

“…There was a world announcement.”

The room grew quiet.

The Dragon Queen’s gaze sharpened.

“A World Announcement”, she repeated.

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” the figure said, bowing deeper. “It occurred a few months ago. All living beings with a link to the system heard it.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

But the air around her trembled.

“What did it say?”

“…All three supremes have appeared, and the competition to gain the throne of Celestia has started. This is what it said.”

A silence fell over the room.

Then—

“I see,” the Dragon Queen whispered.

For a moment, her eyes were distant.

As if gazing beyond the walls of the castle.

Beyond the forest. Beyond even the horizon.

Sensing something.

A ripple.

A tug.

She rose from the throne.

“Open the Tower,” she said softly.

The gathered figures flinched.

“Your Majesty—”

“I did not ask.”

The temperature in the chamber decreased.

Every figure dropped lower, pressing their foreheads to the stone.

“Yes, Dragon Queen.”

“We shall begin preparations at once.”

“Let the seals be undone.”

The commands echoed out as the court vanished, one by one.

Leaving her alone again.

The great chamber fell into silence.

The Dragon Queen looked upward, her gaze unfocused.

She whispered to no one.

“Why did I feel it?”

There was no answer.

She stepped down from her throne, walking barefoot across the chamber.

Her steps were soundless.

Her gaze flickered for a moment—to the far end of the hall, where a ruined mural once depicted the seven dragon clans.

One of them—painted in white and gold—had long been scorched out.

Her hand hovered near it.

A memory tried to surface.

No.

“I must be mistaken,” she said, softly. “She couldn’t have appeared again.”

The old pulse—faint as it was—vanished.

Buried again beneath reason.

Still…

“I need to be sure.”

She turned her back on the mural.

And walked into the darkness beyond the throne.

The silence closed behind her.

But the air remained heavy.

Somewhere in the world, a tiny spirit chirped for the first time.

And the last dragon queen had also begun to move again.

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