"Emperor of Death."
That dragon-blooded, black-robed person clasped his hands and bowed again, "There never has been a magnanimous and understanding hegemon as you, even stepping forward to help us feys to this level in history. We are incredibly grateful to your eminence for giving us a way to live and prosper, and as the representative of the feys who has gathered here, I, Tegon of the Black Iron Dragon Fey Race, promise that we will not pick a fight with the Alstreim Family's people even if we're pushed around!"
"We promise!" The others behind echoed Tegon's sentiments.
Davis's heart shook, not because of their words but because looking at the feys behind Tegon, especially the ones who oozed feminine nature, his gaze couldn't help but freeze.
