Imagining the great profits of the entire operation, Vesuvius immediately retracted his hostility. At the very least, he decided to hear out the proposal.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Continue. I'm interested."
Seeing this, the blonde man smiled, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, and dramatically waved his hand. "I knew you were the right dragon for this. Let's discuss this in private."
With a flick of his claw, Vesuvius transported them to a secluded space above the burning star within his divine kingdom. The blonde man leisurely waved his hand, conjuring a white throne behind him. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, exuding an air of casual confidence.
"Why do you think angels follow the god of light?" Lucifer began, his tone almost playful.
Vesuvius shook his head, suppressing his growing impatience. He didn't care about heavenly politics; he was focused on the treasures of heaven.
