The Medallion

"So that's how it is." Rocky nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that there were so many magical things in this world that he never expected.

"Does this mean that I can also fuse with the Dragon Spirit Bead to gain dragon spiritual power?" Logically speaking, as a prince he should aspire for this.

"The best age to fuse with Dragon Spirit Bead is between twelve and eighteen, but you are way past that age. It's a pity that you will never have an opportunity to gain the ability to manipulate dragons. Besides, you've been attending the ritual for five years in a row, but it's always come out to the same result..." Lena felt so sorry for him.

"If you weren't a member of the royal family, it would be much easier. In that case, even if you can't fuse with the dragon, you could still fuse with other war beasts like the White Liger, Kylin, Double-faced Snake Man and so on," Lena added.

'What? Basil has participated for five consecutive years without success? What a shame!' Rocky couldn't help but grimace to himself.

Lena noticed that Rocky's expression looked a little strange. She immediately glanced at him doubtfully, but found nothing wrong. When she spoke again, her tone sounded a little heavy. "To be honest, it's not so bad. Even if you can't become a royal spirit manipulator, you could have at least become a spirit manipulator. It's just that... your constitution makes it nearly impossible for you to learn the spiritual method at all. So being a spirit manipulator is out of the question. You are the only member of the royal family who fails to become a spirit manipulator. Of course, it has been centuries of an excellent, pristine bloodline. You are descended from the first spirit manipulator. Therefore, becoming a spirit manipulator is a tradition of the royal family. Since you were born into this bloodline, you should have become a spirit manipulator. Unfortunately, you haven't inherited the excellent bloodline of the royal family. Now you can't even manipulate ordinary cats and dogs, let alone a dragon."

"I see. No wonder Priest Dean and Shirley didn't show any respect to me and called me a wimp." Rocky now understood why people were so unfriendly to him.

"Their words weren't the worst. Others were even crueler. So in a way, it's a good thing you lost your memory," Lena tried to comfort him.

body belonged to him, not Basil. No matter what others said, he wasn't directly in the line of fire. On

family had always looked down on her because of her humble background, often insulting and snubbing her. And she had always been rather sickly. After giving birth to you, she suffered a very long and difficult bout of depression. When you were eight years old, she fell seriously ill and passed away. Since then, you had also been excluded by the royal family and treated as an illegitimate child. If you weren't the son of His Majesty himself, you might have been expelled from the royal family long ago. The situation would have improved if only you became a spirit manipulator. Unfortunately, you just couldn't, which made the royal family despise you even more. Even His Majesty was disappointed with you. Someone even advised him to expel you from the royal family. But he loved your mother so much that he still chose to protect you and make you a

miserable life this guy had! No father, no mother, no love, and being bullied all day long. What a sad life for

alright?" Lena frowned slightly. Why was Basil referring to himself in

Basil is no longer a wimp."

Rocky was just comforting himself and

brought in a bottle containing dark purple liquid, which

Priest Dean," the

those bad memories, I still hope you go back to the way you

could only force himself to take the magic medicine and drink it up. The

need more rest. I'll prepare for tomorrow's ritual. If you need anything at all, just tell them."

me at any time." The maid

the bed and sat down heavily. He looked back at the young face reflected in the mirror and realized that now he wasn't Rocky but

to be a prince who has no worries about material life. I wish I wasn't dreaming..." Rocky fell onto the bed, resting his head on his arms. He looked up at the ceiling and chuckled to himself. His eyelids soon grew heavy and he eventually fell asleep.