"You mean..."
"They've already listed the Ashen Kingdom as an enemy force and have begun gathering intelligence, preparing to overthrow the so-called 'Dark Ruling'?"
In the main hall of the royal palace, the Red Dragon lay sprawled on the iron throne, unhappily exhaling a breath of sulfurous heat.
"So it's the Harpist Alliance, with noses as keen as dogs, truly a troublesome lot."
Cassius glanced at Richard on the ground and grinned.
"So... what kind of price should I make you pay? My stomach is still quite empty."
Under the threat of the Dragon's Might and his companions' lives, Richard's spirit had long collapsed. He knelt on the ground, hair disheveled, completely lacking the high spirits of the ranger once favored by the highest fairies.
"I, I've already told you everything."
His voice had become hoarse from extreme pain.
Cassius slowly stood up and walked step by step toward Richard.
