"Boom!"
The Red Dragon flapped its wings high in the sky, smashing the meteorite in front of him with a casual swipe.
Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, asking nonchalantly, "How do you Fire Dwarves live?"
Hearing this question, Glen, who had been panicking moments before, immediately puffed out his chest with pride.
"Everyone has their role, Your Majesty Cassius."
"Among the Fire Dwarves, our society on this plane is the most perfect. Unlike the brutality of the Fire Giants and the savagery of the Fire Lizards, every Fire Dwarf inherits their parents' occupation from birth and must fulfill this duty for life."
"The Nobles of the Brass Short Skirt are responsible for ruling and defending against external enemies, the Merchants of the Bronze Short Skirt are responsible for trade and selling goods, and the Servants, Artisans, and Laborers of the Copper Short Skirt handle menial work."
"Our lives are always orderly, and every fortress operates like a fine-tuned machine..."
