"What on earth are you talking about?" Dimos furrowed his brow, "You've been eavesdropping for a while, you should have understood. This Insect Queen was captured by me, and when I captured her, she released this substance for self-preservation. I haven't found a way to open it yet, so how could I possibly hurt her?"
"No, that's not right, Father, you just said you had glimpsed her memories. She sealed herself to ensure the secrets of her race weren't leaked."
Golden Dragon Mother narrowed her eyes, seizing on a lapse in her grandfather's words, "There was a period of time when you could directly contact her."
"What can I do in such a short time?" Dimos was exceedingly frustrated—he was the Dragon King, after all!
"A lot." Golden Dragon Mother revealed a ladylike smile, but this unscrupulous smile seemed full of malice to Muria.
"I only explored her memories," Dimos reaffirmed. He was the Dragon King. Even if he wanted to do something, how could a mere few days suffice?
