Joash twirled the winecup in his hand as he sat on his throne.
"A bold plan, but it won't be that easy to bring down that old snake," Joash muttered. "But, it will suffice as good bait."
The Black Dragon who commanded the strongest fortress in the Demon Continent summoned a round mirror and activated it.
Soon, the image of a wrinkled, grumpy, old hag, appeared on its surface.
"Ah, it's you," Baba Yaga said with a trace of irritation. "What do you want, you black lizard?"
"I only want to know one thing," Joash said with a smile. "Are you going to play as a spectator, or will you join the stage and play your part?"
Baba Yaga snorted as if the mere thought of her dabbling in these muddy waters was enough to disgust her.
"All of you can hack each other to pieces, and I will not give a damn," Baba Yaga answered, "but if any of you plan to use my Disciple as a tool for your foolishness, I will be more than happy to snap all of your necks!"
