Somewhere on Ninth Peak, Hester walked around aimlessly without a destination in mind and observed the dragon interactions around her.
Whether they were on land or in the sky, each red dragon she spotted had the power to devastate cities and slaughter humans like cutting weeds—if they were let loose and rampaged throughout the kingdom.
"A single mountain of dragons is enough to reduce a witch kingdom to ruin. And yet, nine such mountains exist within the depths of the Thousand Fog Mountains… The collective strength of the Black Rose Kingdom is far too lacking in comparison," Hester silently thought.
Even if she advanced to the High Witch rank, she would still be weaker than a single Rank 4 dragon.
"Fortunately, Lord Narvim is reasonable, and we share a common threat," Hester added.
If the red dragons weren't trying to hide from the eyes of the Gehenna Realm's Great Devils, they could have chosen to dominate the world and enslave the humans.
