The ceremony of conferring honors had concluded.
Cassius did not hide the news; rather, he made a grand spectacle, fearing only that people might remain unaware.
Paper leaflets fluttered like snowflakes, spreading the news of this grand event throughout Anzeta by way of the Bipedal Wyverns.
The reactions were varied; the northern nobles were terrified, fearing that this newly awakened Red Dragon would unleash a disaster that could shake their rule and worried that such an unimaginable system might create terrifying war machines.
However, many commoners harbored other thoughts. They fled to the Ashen Kingdom, hoping to seize power and seek the legendary longevity and strength of the dragons.
But regardless, Cassius had achieved his purpose.
He did not care that such actions might prompt the Northern Countries to prepare prematurely; what he cared about was sowing the seeds of war in people's hearts so that the new order's construction would be quicker after the war.
