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"Brother, I'm counting on you."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will complete the task." The man kneeling on one knee smiled confidently, then stood up and left the room with a smile on his face.
She kept watching the man with a pure and lovely smile, and the moment he left the room, her smile collapsed.
"I'm so tired." The girl complained as she collapsed on the throne. Although her voice and appearance still had youthful energy, her inner self seemed completely different from what she appeared on the surface.
This girl is none other than the queen of the Dragon Kingdom, [Black Scale Dragon Lord] Drodilon Aurichlus.
She holds the title of Dragon Lord, but her fighting ability is of course at the level of an ordinary person. Although she is a true Dragon Lord according to the standards of the Theocracy, that is only based on her natural abilities, so some people call her a very rare name such as [True or False Dragon Lord].
Because the criterion for determining authenticity is whether one can use original magic.
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty." The prime minister beside her said in a cold voice.
"I really don't want to wear this kind of skirt anymore." Drodilon pinched the hem of her lace skirt and showed a disgusted expression, "Not only do I have to wear stockings that only reach my knees, but I also have to expose my legs. It's really annoying."
"I don't know how many times I've repeated this, but I have to repeat it again—No! I have to emphasize once again that your current form is necessary for the country."
"Huh? Is this country home to only lolicon people?"
"Let me explain. Little girls are the most perfect form that can be expected to get a good reaction from men, women, young or old, and not be disliked. In contrast, the form you prefer will please men, but will easily be disliked by women."
"That's what I really look like! Don't talk about my form!" Raising her hands to her flat chest, the girl made a gesture as if she was holding something and shaking it.
"So I still hope that you can maintain this form, and please don't use the word 'lolicon' to refer to the citizens who are working hard for you." The prime minister ignored the girl's request and continued.
"Hehe, I think they will be even more excited. Also, they are not allowed to talk about the form!" With a look of disgust on his face, Drodilon muttered.
"I am so sorry, Your Majesty."
"I don't feel sorry at all."
"There is no such thing."
Looking at the Prime Minister's still cold smile, Drodilon could only sigh helplessly.
"In any case, please believe in the superiority of this form. Just like just now, wasn't that man more motivated by your encouragement?" The prime minister led the topic in another direction.
The man he was talking about was the man who had just left. He was Celebre, a member of the only fine steel-level adventurer team in the Dragon Kingdom, Crystal Tears. He was nicknamed "Shining Blade" because of his proficiency in the sword technique called Shining Sword. His profession was "Lord of the Holy One."
"I'm sure that guy is definitely a lolita complex. When he was talking to me just now, his eyes kept lingering on me. Is he really happy to see a washboard like me now? If he likes it so much, won't he just look at the wall or the floor?"
"This is his sexual fetish. Oh, yes, Your Majesty is right, he is indeed a lolita lover."
Drodilon's face twitched.
"Hearing you admit it so frankly, I feel uncomfortable. Can't our country's fine steel be more reliable?"
"Now, as long as you act a little cute and play the role of a pure and innocent little girl, people will fight to the death and even gain a combat power bonus. Isn't that great?" The prime minister said calmly.
"I have to satisfy that guy's desire one day... Hey! Don't look at me like I'll be breakfast pork tomorrow!"
"Ah." The subordinate's fake sigh made Drodilon's veins bulge.
"That's all, Your Majesty. Please be patient. Compared to the people who are about to be eaten, this is not bad."
This sentence left her speechless.
"By the way, how's that thing going?" The girl changed the subject helplessly.
Clearly aware of what she was talking about, the Prime Minister replied, "It's not very smooth. It's okay for those below the adamantium level, but it's not that easy to recruit adamantium level adventurers. In addition, other countries will also try their best to prevent the outflow of their own adamantium level experts."
"So it means we got nothing." The girl frowned.
The Dragon Kingdom has an urgent need for powerful adventurers. The reason is very simple: there is an orc kingdom nearby.
Orcs are a sub-human race that walks on two legs like carnivorous animals such as lions or tigers. They obviously eat meat and do not take cannibalism seriously.
Cannibalism is not uncommon. Among the six major countries competing in the central part of the continent, three of them use humans as food. For example, in the country of cannibals, which is a little far from the central region, the most high-quality food for entertaining guests is a six-month-old human baby that is still in the belly.
In the eyes of these countries, human countries are equivalent to gathering places for fodder. It can be said that the orcs have always been eyeing the Dragon Kingdom.
And recently, unlike before where they regarded this place as a place that could automatically produce food, the Orc Kingdom seemed to be planning to launch a full-scale invasion.
Faced with such a foreign invasion whose purpose is not to occupy but to destroy, and with which negotiation is impossible, the entire country will of course unite and fight to the death, but there is a huge gap between the basic abilities of orcs and humans.
Although their culture is quite backward and there are serious tribal conflicts within the country, the Orcs' country is still a powerful country in the central part of the continent. From this, we can roughly judge how excellent their physical fitness is.
If we compare ordinary orc males and humans, and use the difficulty value that adventurers use to assess monsters, assuming that the combat power of an adult human male is 3, that of an adult orc is 30, there is a terrifying gap of ten times.
The only thing to be thankful for is that, perhaps because the average value is high, there are incredibly few strong individuals.
But even so, the gap in the ordinary army that serves as the cornerstone is still so huge that it is despairing.
Moreover, due to the problem of national strength, the Dragon Kingdom does not have any advantage in the combat effectiveness of the strong.
Therefore, the Dragon Kingdom must rely heavily on adventurers with high combat effectiveness to maintain the front line.
The steel-level adventurers are undoubtedly the absolute core of the battle line.
"It's not like we got nothing. A team of fine steel-level adventurers responded to our invitation."
"Oh, who is it? Which country?" The girl sat up straight.
"The Golden Festival, a single-man team of the Kingdom of Re-Estize that was newly promoted half a month ago and reached the adamantium level with the Holy Spear User alone." Said the Prime Minister.
"A one-man fine steel squad? Are you kidding? Wait, so that means that the 'Holy Spear User' has the power of a fine steel squad alone?"
"If we look at the achievements alone, one of them is 'slaying a dragon', which seems to be the completion of the super-fine steel-level task of collecting 'dragon claws', " The prime minister said, "From this point of view, it is a bit incompatible with your majesty."
"It's already this late, who cares about these things now? We must recruit this person!"
"This matter may still require your Majesty's help." The prime minister said calmly.
"Ha?"
"Not all adventurers value money and profit the most. It is said that this 'Holy Spear User' is like that. He doesn't care much about money and fame."
"People without desires? Then how can we recruit them? Hey, why are you looking at me like bait?" Drodilon showed a very uneasy expression.
"Just because you don't have the desire for money and fame doesn't mean you don't have other desires. Anyway, please write a letter that can express a young girl's sincere invitation and request for help, and by the way, hint or express your affection for the strong man or something."
"Oh my god, do you think the whole world is a lolita complex?"
"At least I'm not a lolita complex." The Prime Minister said calmly, "Also, please write in a child's handwriting, is that okay?"
"I can't write that kind of shit when I'm sober, bring me some wine!"