Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 172: Blame

"Can you tell me your name?" Cyrus inquired of the little girl, ignoring the person behind him.

Even though she couldn’t see the source of the frightening voice, the girl appeared terrified. "T..am..mara," she stuttered, out of breath.

"Take a deep breath and tell me." He told her sternly, and she swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and inhaled with trepidation.

"Tamara." She introduced and opened her eyes.

"Good," Cyrus said, twitching his lips and touching Sage’s head, his head glowing and Sage’s eyes fluttered open.

"Someone has come to see you," he said as he turned to face the owner of the voice, and Sage’s eyes widened as she saw the living corpse man.

Cyrus let go of Sage and gently helped her to her feet before moving towards the little girl who wasn’t sure whether she should be afraid of Cyrus or the undead man. Cyrus’ devious glint sent shivers down her spine.

"He has no place here." The man complained to Sage about Cyrus’ presence in the sea of blood.

"We have come to..."

"I understand why you are here, my child, but he doesn’t belong here; he is a threat to existence, a curse that must be removed." The man cut her off while she was speaking about Cyrus, which enraged Sage, who took some steps away from him.

"You have no idea. You are no longer alive; you only have memories of your past, not my future." She clenched her fists and growled.

"You are inviting a troublemaker," With a dry chuckle, the corpse spoke.

Sage grimaced and turned around to see Cyrus seriously talking to a scared-looking cute little girl who was listening intently to his every word. She inhaled deeply as she returned her gaze to the corpse.

"I haven’t been summoned in a long time." She informed him.

"I’m afraid I can’t read your mother’s mind." The man spoke with a distasteful tone in his voice.

"My mother..." Sage trailed behind. "What do you know about Cyrus? How long have you known that living mages were in here, and how in the hell are statkus mages in here?!" Sage inquired, eager for an answer.

"The ice dragon is a cursed child, but that curse can also be viewed as a blessing. He was born with two souls, as you know, but..."

"He has a third soul." Sage cut him off with a deep thoughtful frown and a hard tone, wondering why she hadn’t realized that information from the start. How could she, though? Cyrus was extremely unpredictable. Three souls?! Wasn’t it shocking?

"He is going to kill you, child. Focus on saving your own people rather than the one who is out to kill you." The corpse snarled lowly.

"Was it your intention to end my life?" Sage was perplexed and looked at Cyrus, meeting his cold gaze capable of freezing someone to death, but she was not at all surprised nor was she startled.

"He is listening in on our conversation. Disgusting." Sage returned her attention to the corpse, who muttered angrily.

"You are talking about my husband." Sage growled and furrowed her brows, puzzled as to how he knew Cyrus detested him so much. "Did you meet him while you were alive?" She inquired, perplexed.

"Yes." Sage’s eyes widened as the corpse responded quickly.

"Are you sure you are not going to tell her?" Cyrus asked abruptly as he approached Sage, who stood alone holding Tamara, whom he had rendered unconscious in his arms.

"Tell me what?" Sage asked, perplexed, as she looked at Cyrus, whose aura was threatening at the time. With his threatening aura, one might think he was about to destroy the land of the sea of blood.

Cyrus gave her a dull look, his large hand relaxing at the back of Tamara’s head. "King Lucian of Credia, your grandfather." Sage felt a wave of shock rush into her heart as he casually revealed.

She was immediately reminded of Liana’s memories. In those memories, her grandfather was young and extremely handsome, and he stupidly exiled his daughter, Genevieve, to the precise moment he was ruthlessly murdered by Jorad.

"Grandfather?" Sage’s voice was filled with skepticism, but the undead man in front of her seemed unfazed.

"You will be sorry you were with him." Lucian abruptly stated and faded away.

Sage let out a painful gasp and turned to face Cyrus, who was staring at her, not wanting to miss any expression on her face. It bothered him to see how hurt and disturbed she appeared as she tried to process what he had told her.

"Arro..."

"Nothing should be said. We will discuss everything once we get back to the mansion." Sage spoke in a deep growl filled with rage.

She suddenly had a deep frown on her face and glared at Cyrus, letting him know she was upset with him. He was feeling guilty and terrified at the time, as his eyes widened slightly, but he quickly controlled his expression to remain unfazed.

"Alright." He avoided her gaze with a whisper.

"Who is she?" Sage inquired, referring to Tamara in his arms.

"A little mage I found while you were unconscious." He responded as calmly as he could. Sage’s frown vanished, but her rage could be felt for miles. If anyone enraged her just a little bit more, even if it was a mistake, there was a hundred percent chance she would kill that person.

"We must find them." Sage murmured and walked past him into the forest.

Cyrus stood there, watching her body movement, which was even more enticing as it revolved around her anger.

"Scary." He walked after her, whispering and swallowing hard.

They soon arrived in a forest where all of the trees were dead, the ground was covered in blood, and the stench of death pervaded the air. Cyrus kept his gaze fixed on Sage, who had a determined expression of finding the mages even though she was still feeling weak.

Hearing whispers, Cyrus came to a halt and grabbed Sage’s wrist, causing her to come to a halt as well. Her brow furrowed in curiosity as she looked at him.

"What is it? Can you sense them?" She inquired eagerly.

"There is a barrier one step ahead." Cyrus whispered and let go of Sage’s wrist before taking a step forward and disappearing into an invisible force. Sage quickly followed, sinking into the barrier and disappearing from view. She arrived in front of a cave and saw dozens of mages conversing outside the cave.

When they noticed Cyrus and Sage’s presence, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at them, stunned.

"Princess!" A woman screamed and dashed into the cave to warn the other mages.

"An ice dragon?" Others exclaimed in shock, and their fear was palpable.

Sage stood next to Cyrus, noticing his hostile aura...

"Would you like them to leave?" Cyrus asked, looking at her.

"Yes. This place is horrifying, and there are children present." Sage sighed deeply and said to him. "If you are talking about a place for them to live..."

"Would you like to rebuild Credia?" Cyrus unexpectedly inquired.

Sage immediately nodded. "Of course,"

Cyrus’ mouth twitched. "Very well."

Sage was taken aback. She didn’t expect him to simply agree; she expected to have to rebuild Credia without his knowledge.

"However, you must first destroy the statkus mages." Cyrus spoke calmly.

"I can do both, Cyrus," Sage said with a smirk, reaching out her arms to tell him to hand over the unconscious Tamara to her.

Her heart warmed as she saw Cyrus safely carrying the little mage. It made her think about how caring he would be for their children.

Cyrus immediately handed Tamara to Sage, who gently stroked her blonde hair.

"You will make an excellent father." Cyrus’ eyes widened in surprise as she smiled, and he instantly froze in place.

Sage turned around to see mages emerge from the cave. There were a lot of them, but their expressions weren’t all different. Surprise and rage.

"Are you here to return us to our ruined home?" One of the mages yelled angrily.

"He was entirely responsible for the destruction of our home!"

"Don’t you think you are supposed to be dead?"

"Julius, Lianna, and Dexter are all betrayals!"

"We are out of options! Do not think you will be able to rule over us!"

"Katherine, where are you?! She abandoned us here!"

"Do you realize how much we have lost?"

Sage’s heart was pierced by their words as she felt their rage and pain. She began to feel weaker, but she had to keep her consciousness under control.

Cyrus carried Tamara away from her and held her hand as she became weaker. Anger was visible on his face, and a threatening cold was felt by all of the mages, who all shut their mouths and stared fearfully at Cyrus.

"Do not speak to my wife in that manner, especially while I am present." Cyrus uttered a low, menacing growl.

The mages’ expressions showed shock, and Sage felt loved by Cyrus, who tightened his soft grip on her hand. But she also felt like a failure... Her home was destroyed because of her... Even though it wasn’t her fault, she had to blame herself, and Cyrus could tell... He could almost feel her blaming herself as if he could read her mind.

"Thank you," she said with a sigh. When she suddenly heard.

"Fire mage..."

Her eyes went dead again, like those of a statkus mage, and she jerked her hand away from Cyrus’ grip.