"Master, you... finally returned."
In front of the portal to the Gloomy Region, Ramp waited cautiously.
He lowered his head, his ugly nose keenly smelling the blood on the Red Dragon, but he didn't say a word.
"Mortifael—that rat in the gutter is dead."
Cassius spoke in a flat tone, as if he were stating the most ordinary matter.
Ramp suddenly thought of Dragon Shadow City, which Mortifael ruled, a city with an advantageous location and thriving trade. Perhaps it could become a frontline stronghold for the Ashen Kingdom's advance into the Gloomy Region.
But the Ogre Mage, observing the Red Dragon's expression, found that Cassius seemed unwilling to speak further, even appearing somewhat impatient, so he immediately abandoned his inquiry.
"Your great power is enough to make the gods tremble."
"From now on, nothing can threaten Northwind Castle again."
Ramp knelt on the ground, respectfully flattering, his massive body resembling a mountain of flesh.
