Silva didn't understand what stopped him. He thought it was something the wyvern did, but as he looked at the wyvern, he saw it bowing.

"Congratulations," the dragon girl said. She ran up to him; she had been watching the fight, and it had kept her on edge so many times.

She was happy that Silva still managed to pull through.

"Did I win?" Silva asked.

"Yes, that force that stopped you was the labyrinth. It couldn't allow you to just kill one of the strongest beings in the labyrinth. It would be the same thing as killing your own forces," she explained.

"It is as she said, my Lord. I was utterly defeated by you; I acknowledge your power." The voice of the wyvern boomed through the hall.

Silva looked at the wyvern and then the girl. Even though he had won, there were a ton of questions on his mind.

She noticed that, so she tugged on his hand and pulled him to the throne. She sat him down there and then stood in front of him.

"You have a lot of questions, so I'll start by introducing myself. I beg you to just listen and ask me questions after I have finished the explanation," she said.

Silva nodded; he wanted an explanation, so he had no issues.

"My name is Elsa, the last descendant of the Dark Dragon, and also the ruler of this place. You humans call it a labyrinth.

The Dark Dragon created this place as his home, but due to his powerful aura, it caused monsters to spawn here.

For many years, he lived here with all the other Dark Dragons of his family, but soon he died. Even I don't know the history of how he died or how the whole tribe died out.

All I know is that my mum died some months after birthing me here. All that I know is what she taught me during the few months she was with me.

She told me that I have to watch this place as the ruler and wait for the return of the ancestor, the Dark Dragon.

She told me that he could be from any race, but he would bear the power of the Dark Dragon, and that no matter where he was, his destiny would pull him here to become the master of this place.

I stayed here for over a hundred years waiting for the person she spoke of, but for the past hundred years, no one of that identity came.

But then, twelve years ago, I felt a strange energy, one that connected with me. Could this be the bearer of the power that my mum spoke of?

I didn't know, so I decided to watch. I watched you for all these years until the day I was certain that even if you weren't the person she spoke of, you had something to do with the person.

And so I made it so that the humans would find this place, and then finally one day you came in. That was when I started aiding you to get stronger," Elsa explained as best as she could.

"I see, I understand all that you said. I don't know if I am the one your mother spoke of, but I know that I have a connection to the Dark Dragon, as I received his power.

Humans have something called a legacy, where they inherit the power of beings that once lived in this world, and I inherited that of the Dark Dragon," Silva said.

"Then it has to be you, and now since you have the power of the ancestor, you are basically my father," Elsa said with a broad smile.

"What the flipping hell did you just say? How did you come up with that logic?" Silva asked. Did this dragon go senile from staying underground for too long?

"Well, you are basically the Dark Dragon, the one that gave birth to the whole tribe. Of course, you are my father," she responded.

"No, no, no, that logic feels like it was picked from a rubbish heap. There is no way I can be your father; I'm freaking twelve, and you are well over a hundred years," Silva said.

Elsa looked at him with teary eyes and then burst into tears. She wailed so loudly that it pierced Silva's ears.

'What the hell is this? I can't even stand against her. She is far stronger and older than me, yet she is crying because I said I'm not her father?' Silva thought.

Elsa didn't stop; she kept crying until Silva could no longer take it, so he walked over and hugged her.

"I'm sorry, you can call me father if you want," Silva said. He had to force those words out of his mouth; it wasn't easy.

Immediately he said that, she stopped like a tap that was turned off. A smile appeared on her face, a very cheeky one.

"Hehe, yay, I won," she said and skipped around.

This was the second time she had played him. He let out a sigh and just gave up. What was the point of arguing?

"Elsa, I want to use Dragon Eyes on you to see your stats. Am I allowed?" Silva asked.

"No, your strength is too low. Even if I allowed you to see it, you would still receive a backlash that would kill you," Elsa said.

'Is that how great the gap between us is? She must be out-of-this-world strong,' Silva thought.

"Then what about Wyvern, sir? Can I take a look at him?" Silva asked.

"Yes, you should be able to safely look at his, and since he is your servant now, he won't be hiding it from you again," Elsa explained.

Silva looked over at the wyvern. The wyvern bowed its head in response.

**Guardian Wyvern**

Lvl 20 (Evolved)

**Strength:** 25,000

**Defense:** 25,000

**Speed:** 30,000

**Agility:** 25,000

**Intelligence:** 20,000

Silva nearly screamed at the stats of a being that had evolved. He subconsciously looked at Fang, wondering how Fang's stats would look.