Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 493

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Chapter 493: Chapter 493 - Taming the Longing

After the first group was completely healed, Dragarion made the decision to extend treatment to other important family members.

"We should go heal Victor and Arturo too," he declared, his new energy level making every task seem not just possible but urgent. "Especially Arturo would significantly help collect crystals, and maybe they’re still together in the recovery wing."

Julius immediately nodded, recognizing the practical logic. With the crystal resources they needed to move, every capable pair of hands counted, especially those of people with beasts that had facility in big or complex logistical operations.

"Also," Ren added, exchanging meaningful glances with Luna and Liora, "we should heal Larissa too."

For a moment Julius seemed uncomfortable and ready to argue, but before...

"We insist she deserves to find out soon that her help was relevant," Luna declared firmly.

"And she’s very smart at seeing things we sometimes don’t notice," Liora completed, remembering Larissa’s perceptive observations.

Dragarion considered the suggestion for a moment, then smiled with a warmth he hadn’t shown since his return.

"I agree," he admitted. "I want to greet the daughter I left so small and who is now quite grown after so many years."

There was a note of regret in his voice he couldn’t completely hide, the understanding of how much time he had lost with his children during his extended missions.

The weight of missed birthdays, unwitnessed achievements, and countless small moments that defined family life settled over him like a familiar burden. No mission accomplishment, however crucial, could replace those experiences.

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The healing of Victor and Arturo was efficient and without complications.

Both brothers had been recovering from significant battle wounds, but with Selphira’s amplified magic, their restoration was complete and quick.

Victor, who had gone to sleep when he learned that Dragarion defeated Venmont, woke with much less of his usual energy due to the trauma of being defeated so easily, and immediately began asking questions about the current situation.

Dragarion knew he copied him unconsciously and found it a bit sad to see him so down, but acted as always to give him some security. They hadn’t been attacked again and now he was healed; there didn’t seem to be anything left to fear.

Yet the psychological impact of defeat was often harder to heal than physical wounds. Victor’s confidence, built over years of aerial dominance, had been shattered in minutes by Venmont’s overwhelming power. That kind of humiliation left scars that even magical healing couldn’t touch.

Arturo rose with the adeptness of someone accustomed to administrative responsibilities, already mentally calculating the logistics of crystal transport he would help with.

But it was when they arrived where Larissa rested that the situation became emotional.

Selphira applied her water magic with particular delicacy, conscious that she was awakening the king’s youngest daughter who would see her father after years of separation. Larissa opened her eyes gradually, blinking to focus her sight while her mind processed the faces surrounding her.

When she saw her father, she began to cry.

They weren’t tears of pain or sadness, but the emotional release of someone who had been carrying worries for years and finally saw the positive resolution of her deepest fears.

"Father," she whispered, her voice broken by emotion.

Dragarion immediately approached, but then Larissa saw Ren next to him and forced herself to regain composure, wiping away tears while trying to return to her normal dignity.

But everyone had noticed the vulnerable moment, and some weren’t going to let it pass so easily.

"Do you see what you did?" Julius began, his voice loaded with years of repressed frustration.

"You left the kingdom so many years without a King," Victor added, his tone more direct and less diplomatic than his younger brother’s.

Selphira immediately joined the chorus of reproaches, her authority as the group’s maternal figure giving her license to be particularly direct.

"Do you have any idea how many nights this girl stayed awake wondering if her father would ever return?" she told him with an intensity that made even the air in the room feel colder and heavier. "How many times Julius had to make decisions that shouldn’t have been his responsibility?"

Arturo, normally more reserved, also added his softened voice to the sermon.

"The kingdom’s administration, diplomatic relations, the people’s morale... everything fell on us while you pursued your mysterious mission."

The accumulated grievances poured out like water from a broken dam. Years of stress, responsibility thrust upon unprepared shoulders, and the constant uncertainty about their father’s fate...