I Received System to Become Dragonborn Chapter 1286: Unprecedented

Velrion remained silent for several long monts after Garrick finished speaking.

The archmage’s sharp gray eyes lowered slightly as he folded his hands together.

The floating crystal tablets around his shoulders continued their slow rotation, casting reflections of blue light across the chamber walls. Yet Velrion no longer seed to notice them.

His expression had grown unusually serious.

Garrick noticed it imdiately.

The knight had worked beside Velrion long enough to recognize when the archmage was rely listening and when his mind had begun moving through deeper calculations. This was the latter.

"So he really got sothing from what I said," Garrick thought.

A mont earlier he had been worried he might be wasting the archmage’s ti with nothing more than a vague feeling. But the way Velrion’s face had changed suggested otherwise.

Garrick felt a quiet stir of curiosity, but he remained patient. Interrupting Velrion while he was thinking rarely produced useful results.

So he simply waited.

The silence in the circular chamber stretched for nearly half a minute.

Finally, Velrion sighed.

The archmage leaned back slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking back at Garrick.

"There are... several possibilities," Velrion said at last.

Garrick straightened in his chair.

"First," the archmage continued calmly, "it could simply be nothing. A montary fluctuation in your senses. Even the most reliable instincts can occasionally misinterpret ordinary events."

Garrick nodded slightly. That explanation had already crossed his mind.

"But there is a second possibility," Velrion went on.

His fingers tapped lightly against the table as one of the floating crystal tablets shifted position.

"Soone may have been using concealnt Magic. Not perfect concealnt, but enough to suppress their presence from ordinary perception, except yours."

Garrick frowned slightly.

"If the concealnt wasn’t strong enough," Velrion said, "soone with heightened sensitivity—like you—might still detect traces of it."

"That makes sense," Garrick admitted quietly.

Velrion nodded, but his expression remained thoughtful.

"However," he continued slowly, "there is also a third possibility."

The tone of his voice changed slightly. It grew quieter and as if it beca heavier.

Garrick noticed imdiately that Velrion’s gaze lifted and settled directly on him.

"This last possibility is not sothing I can prove," the archmage said. "But my intuition—guided by years of spirit binding and observation—suggests it nonetheless."

Garrick leaned forward slightly. "What is it?"

Velrion took a deep breath once more.

"It is possible," he said carefully, "that what you sensed was not simply powerful people."

He paused briefly.

"It may have been travelers from another world."

Garrick’s eyes widened instantly.

For a mont he simply stared at the archmage, certain he must have misheard.

"Traveler from another... world?" he repeated.

The words sounded strange even leaving his own mouth.

Stories about travelers between worlds existed in ancient myths and legends. But most scholars considered them exaggerated tales or symbolic allegories.

Velrion, however, was not the kind of man who spoke lightly about such things.

Garrick knew that better than anyone.

The archmage’s power did not only co from his Magic. His greatest strength lay in his connection to spirits.

Over decades of spirit-binding practice, Velrion had interacted with entities that existed beyond ordinary human understanding. Those interactions had sharpened his perception of reality itself.

More than once in the past, Velrion had predicted events hours or even days before they happened.

He never called it prophecy.

But Garrick had learned to trust it.

If Velrion’s instincts were pointing toward sothing unusual but seems important, it was rarely aningless.

That was why Garrick felt a faint chill run down his spine.

"Travelers from another world..." he murmured again.

It sounded absurd.

Yet hearing Velrion say it made the idea disturbingly plausible.

Because when the archmage spoke about matters like this, he almost never joked.

Garrick remained silent for a few monts after Velrion spoke those words.

The knight slowly swallowed, feeling his throat suddenly dry.

"Then... what should we do about it?" Garrick asked carefully.

Even as he spoke, he realized how heavy the question sounded.

Travelers from another world were not sothing the city guard had procedures for. There were rules for Magical beasts, rogue Mages, cults, and even minor dinsional disturbances.

But beings who had crossed from another world entirely belonged more to legend than reality.

Velrion watched him quietly before answering.

"For now," the archmage said calmly, "you will do nothing."

Garrick blinked once in surprise.

"But there is one thing you must do," Velrion continued.

Garrick straightened.

"You must keep this conversation to yourself," Velrion said. "Especially the part about travelers from another world."

Garrick nodded imdiately.

"I understand."

Truthfully, he had not planned to tell anyone regardless. Even repeating the idea aloud would cause unnecessary panic or ridicule. Without proof, it would only create rumors.

Velrion seed satisfied with the answer.

"Good," the archmage said. "As for the rest... leave this matter to ."

Garrick hesitated briefly before nodding again.

If anyone in the city was capable of investigating sothing like this, it was Velrion. The Arcane Authority existed precisely to handle problems beyond the reach of ordinary guards.

"That’s probably the best course," Garrick said.

Velrion gave a faint approving nod.

Their eting ended shortly after.

Garrick rose from his chair, saluted respectfully, and left the circular chamber.

Soon he disappeared back into the movent of the city.

Velrion remained there. The chamber grew silent once more after the door closed.

The archmage sits alone at the center of the room. For several seconds he do nothing.

His gray eyes stared into the empty air while the floating crystal tablets continued their slow rotation around his shoulders.

"Travelers from another world..." he murmured quietly to himself.

He had presented the idea as one possibility among several of them. Yet the truth was that the thought had co to him far too quickly. Too naturally.

His intuition had pointed toward that conclusion almost imdiately after hearing Garrick’s description.

Velrion frowned slightly.

"Why that possibility?" he wondered.

Of all explanations his mind could have chosen, why had it settled on sothing so extre?

His heart began to beat a little faster.

Because if that intuition was correct, then the matter was far more serious than Garrick realized.

World travelers rarely appeared without reason. And when they did appear, it usually ant sothing in the balance of worlds had shifted.

Velrion exhaled slowly.

The floating crystal tablets around him suddenly dimd as he lifted a hand.

With a quiet command, he lowered them from their orbit until they hovered motionless near the table.

His mind had already reached a decision.

"This cannot be ignored."

If powerful beings had entered the city unnoticed, he needed to know who they were and what they wanted.

Velrion turned toward a crystal panel embedded in the chamber wall.

"It seems I will need to mobilize them," he murmured.

His private investigation unit rarely received orders. But this situation was exactly the kind of problem they existed to handle.

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