"You're just going to go right over their heads?" The snow-white cat gazed at the screen, where a city shadowed by Cloud Island fell into darkness, and the humans above the city, each shimmering with a faint sparkle of Combat Aura.
"Or else? Should I command one hundred and thirty-two Cloud Islands to detour?" Muria smirked, showing an expression of utter contempt. "These guys don't deserve that much respect."
"Muria, it seems you really despise human nobles. Is it because the nobles on the Osroni Subcontinent who traffic humans have given you such a bias?"
"It's not bias," Muria petted Troy's fluffy big cat head firmly. "Let me put it his way. If I judge the human nobles using the standards of good and evil of a Golden Dragon, lining them up and killing them one by one, there might be some who are wronged, but if I kill every other one, there will definitely be those who slip through the net."
