"But..."
Olivia wanted to argue, but found herself at a loss for words.
Because she realized once again that everything Cassius said was true. She too had been angered by the North's treatment of people as "cattle," but the elders in her clan only asked her to respect human customs and traditions, and not to interfere rashly.
Over time, this oppression became natural and expected, and she herself had not even realized the terrifying inertia in her thinking.
The Silver Dragon sank back into prolonged contemplation.
"Snap!"
Cassius snapped his fingers crisply, drawing her attention.
With his action, a series of dynamic magic images appeared in midair, depicting the mundane daily lives of the citizens of the Ashen Kingdom.
Clerks organizing files in the archive room; guards patrolling the streets; workers laboring diligently on assembly lines; merchants loudly hawking their wares at the morning market; researchers conducting experiments in laboratories...
