109 A Minor Misunderstanding and a Minor Miracle

“Huh? Heh heh, I suppose our young Executor thought I would refuse.”

Akion had tracked down Asterion and Xeros.

The two were looking down over the sunset-bathed capital from the bell tower atop a cathedral.

“It’s fine. The boy fulfilled his duty. He passed away asking that his heart be used somewhere meaningful.”

“So you mean this is meaningful?”

Asterion, filled with melancholy rather than his usual solemn or kindly-grandfather demeanor, nodded.

“Oh, if you put it that way, will the Executor understand? The elder did speak indirectly, but in any case, he means to say, ‘Do as you please.’”

“How dare a youngster barely four thousand years old presume to judge me as he pleases?”

“So was I wrong? You eight-thousand-year-old geezer.”

Akion stared blankly at the bickering dragons...