All of them were broken.

�This room was for birth to one year old.�

They heard the white Dragon�s voice.

�The next room is until two years old.�

The clear and calm voice pointed to the path heading out of the castle. You needed to pass through many doors to get out.

�The next room is until five years old, and the room after that is until fifty years old. Rooms like that exist until the first growth phase room.�

The first room was the smallest and the rooms grew bigger as you headed toward the exit.

The rooms became larger and larger, similar to how someone�s world would continue to grow.

�I wanted this Castle of Light that was far from the sun, moon, and everything in the world to be the shield to protect them until the end of their second growth phase, the umbrella to block the snow and rain, the fire to keep them warm.�

The white Dragon headed behind Cale�s back.

�That was my hope when I created this.�

Raon looked at the half-transparent white Dragon that was the same size as him. He looked at that illusion.

The two of them made eye contact. The white Dragon continued to speak.

�I then made, �me.� �

Her voice was calm.

�So that they wouldn�t be lonely.�

She had a bright smile and a warm gaze.

�It was because a beautiful death didn�t matter to me. I cared more about the life to come.�

Eruhaben brushed his eyes with his hands again.

The life to come.

He was certain that the life the white Dragon was talking about was not her own.

She had made the decision to forgo a beautiful death for the new life that would appear in the world.

The ancient Dragon bit down on his lips and spoke to Cale using magic.

� Cale, I think Raon really might be the last Dragon Lord�s child. JrNovels.com