“Wha’?”

“The thing you just did!” Vermillion growled angrily. Embers sparked from her beautiful scale.

“Meditating?” Vayyu answered vaguely. It was rather on purpose. Somehow, he was kind of tired with how sensitive the smaller dracconid was. Putting on a joke or not wasn’t going to make matters any different.

“After that!”

“Uhh,” Vayyu pulled his body a bit. “Shot an arrow and purified the crossings of chaotic energy?”

The burning blue and white flames from both of Vermillion’s blades were the clear sign for Vayyu. He needed to start considering the true answer. He regarded the smaller one and asked, “Where did you get those two?”

“None of your concern,” Vermillion snorted, it was quite clear that some flare escaped from her nose. “And don’t you dare change the main problem here.”

“If we are going to face such force of chaos, it is actually my concern, and especially your concern,” Vayyu sighed. Why did she need to be so peeved about the question? It was to explain the exact question she had asked. Vayyu asked once more, “Do you know the true nature of those two?”

“What do you…”

“Vasavi,” said the blue one, cutting short his companion’s words.

A glimpse of wonder was quite clearly shown on Sarvati’s scales. However, her sudden silence showed to Vayyu that she actually knew something. “Treasures… artifacts that is very rare and believed to carry pieces of The Celestials’ souls,” she finally spoke while shaking her head. “It is supposed to be just a legend.”

“Legend. Huh?” Vayyu summoned his bow. “Yeah… are you sure about that? This thing seems pretty real to me,” He continued while brandishing Varana Moksha in a rather questioning gesture towards Vermillion.

Nevertheless, he was actually quite grateful that Vermillion knew about what he was talking about. Therefore, he didn’t need to explain too much. “Then, how about your sword?” The Fate Sealing Dragon grinned. “Do you really think that Rahnuc just randomly gather cursed artifacts? If so, what do you think Namsuh really was? A mere legend?”

The blazing blue flame from Zhurron gradually subsided. Despite her sensitivity, Vayuu had to admit that the dwarven dracconid was kind of fair. At least she gave him a chance whenever he started to talk in a more serious way.

“He was not a legend,” Vayyu continued. “He is a vasavi that brought negative emotions.” He sighed and rest his jaw on the palms of his left claw before proceeding, “Though, to be frank with you, no one exactly knows what is contained by Namsuh. What we know, that thing is dangerous.”

Sarvati was still silent for a short moment. It seemed that she was giving a few moment for her tiny brain to digest. “Then, what is a vasavi?”

“Same with Namsuh,” Vayyu shrugged. “No one exactly knows. At least it was quite obvious that they appear to be the embodiment of a certain value. That was the reason it was said that they brought the wills of The Celestials who sacrificed their lives to create the universe. Or, it could be the other way around.”

A rather questioning frown was visible on Vermillion’s face. She snorted and two jets of flame burst from her nostrils. “Then how did you conclude that Aggni and Zhurron is a vasavi?”

Vayyu sighed once more. There was a rather massive probability that the tiny dracconid never knew if her blades were a vasavi. Or perhaps two vasavi. “I am not sure about your saber, but the other one was rather suspicious,” he answered. “Flames that can cleanse even the most cursed kind of energy is not a common thing. Not to mention it is rather freaking easy for you to wield such flame as you summon its name.”

The blue dracconid scratched the ground with left claws. He was rather reluctant to continue as he was not sure how the dwarven one will react. However, he had already decided to tell the truth, it was rather impolite to his own soul to abandon such decision. He took a deep breath and spoke, “That flame was capable of undoing my seals. Of course it was suspicious.”

“The only thing that is suspicious here is you,” Vermillion retorted with a blinding speed.

“Oy! That’s not the main issue at hand, right now!”

“Wait…” As if she ignored the sentence Vayyu had spoken, Vermillion quickly changed her stance and seathe her blades. She crossed her arms and seemed to think. Perhaps she just realized the meaning of Vayyu’s words. The dwarven female might not just have a dwarven-body-sizedisorder, but also slow-thinking-speed illness.

She looked questioningly at Vayyu, “How in the world did Aggni undo one of your seals?”

“Uhh..” Vayyu shrugged as he continued to scratch the ground. “Those ‘holy flames’?”

“But, you are supposed to be a cursed dragon!” Sarvati suddenly raved. “He is supposed to obliterate such creatures!”

Still sitting cross legged, Vayyu swiftly turned his body around. He proceeded to slam his own face to the trunk of a gigantic tree that shaded him during his meditation. “For The Great Blue Heaven’s sake! Cursed and forbidden are completely different!”

Something must have happened to the linguistic skills of the dracconids’ race. Technically, they don’t really have a clear language, but comprehension of the meanings and differences among words should be something completely important and basic thing to master.

Twenty five years. Only freaking twenty five years and the dracconid race already experiencing degradation in brain and word comprehension. Marvelous! Astounding! Vayyu won’t be surprised if the entire race went extinct after he reaseal himself and woke up in another twenty five years. Not that he really cared anyway.

“What’s the difference?” Sarvati replied in protest. She sounded rather irritated at Vayyu’s action of slamming his own face. Perhaps she was worried about the eggs of the small birds that laid nest on the tree branches.

“Cursed is cursed, evil, scary, chaotic,” Vayyu hissed while turning his whole body to face Vermillion again. The split ends of his tongue felt so itchy as if trying to provoke him to talk far and wide. “Forbidden is not allowed to be used for many reasons. Perhaps because it is too dangerous or too strong. But it doesn’t mean something forbidden is cursed.”

“Whatever,” Vermillion sighed in ignorance with a rather tired expression. “Cursed or forbidden, you are still an ex-convict.”

Vayyu could feel a joint or two on his neck twitch in disbelief. He was the one who is supposed to be tired of the imbecile’s lack of word comprehension. “Suit yourself.”

“Then how about Zhurron?” Again, as if she just forgot about her rather cynical insult, Vermillion suddenly redirected the issue.

“Hell if I know,” Vayyuu grumbled. He was almost reaching his limits of patience in dealing with the amber scaled dracconid.

“What if we try it out?” Vermillion asked in an eerie tone.

Vayyu could have sworn how the female’s visage turned rather evil as if she was possessed. Her eyes and lips widened like losing consciousness. The blue flames that bursts forth from Zhurron did the justice of strengthening the hypothesis.

If Aggni was a vasavi with holy power, then it was not far fetched if Zhurron was a rather demonic one. Something with twins’ nature are often complete opposite.

Other than that, Vayyu had enough of the whole situation. Perhaps there was a rather positive result in unleashing his annoyance by beating the crap out of Vermillion to sanity.

“You want a fight?” Vayyu clenched his fist. “Come and get some!”