When the applause gradually subsided, someone finally began to consider the actual problem of confronting the enemy.
Under the covert instigation of the Duke of the Carter Family, Count Nal stood up from his seat and politely gave a slight bow.
"But... Your Grace, how exactly are we supposed to deal with that Red Dragon?"
"It is said he has become even more terrifying than before, completely beyond what mortals can handle. Even the mighty Frost Giants of the Everfrost Tribe were destroyed by that Red Dragon as if by a great scourge, let alone us ordinary humans."
"Indeed."
"Even the armies of Boske will be unable to withstand it."
"The Allied Forces of yesteryear were all annihilated by that Red Dragon alone."
"Alas, that's the King of Ashen."
"We also wish to put forth our efforts against the forces of evil, but we fear that the painstakingly cultivated army will become cannon fodder."
Many nobles echoed these sentiments and engaged in fervent discussion.
