Ashen Dragon-Chapter 630 - 63 Reactions from Various Parties_2

Do you know what tops the menu for the Red Dragon? Elves, preferably elf maidens."

Rhea blinked, and Catherine was so startled that she dared not mention the collaboration again.

However, for the outside world, for the mysterious North, the Elf Queen, who had been confined to the Royal Court year-round, had too many questions in her heart.

Catherine repeatedly asked Rhea about the situation in various locations across Fianso, and the Half-Elf Paladin answered patiently without any irritation.

"By the way, didn’t you travel through the Anzeta Great Wilderness for a while? I heard you even killed a Red Dragon."

Rhea shook her head with a resigned smile, her resolute and beautiful face showing frustration, "Your Majesty, if I had faced such a Red Dragon back then, I probably wouldn’t be standing here now.

This Ashen Empire’s Emperor has risen far too quickly, too quickly to seem like a giant dragon.

Many dragon scholars suspect he is an Ancestral Dragon, sealed in underground relics and dormant for tens of thousands of years, unlike the mother dragon and..."

Suddenly, Rhea’s voice faltered, and she turned her head again, staring intently at the Magic Image in the Crystal Ball.

The enormous Red Dragon’s scales faintly shimmered with a metallic luster, as if mixed with gold—just like the peculiar young dragon she had encountered years ago.

A chill ran through Rhea’s heart, and fine beads of sweat emerged on her forehead, dampening her silvery hair.

She recalled the words she had spoken when she had released that young dragon ten years ago: "May grant mercy to a perpetual foe."

At that time, Rhea had hoped that this Lawful Neutral peculiar Red Dragon would not bring disaster to the world, otherwise she would personally eliminate it.

This can’t be possible.

Absolutely impossible.

That’s what Rhea thought to herself.

What a joke, a young dragon growing in just a decade to surpass an Ancient Dragon, becoming the Emperor who rules Anzeta.

Such exaggeration, it could no longer be considered a legendary tale, it was simply absurd! Not even myths have such preposterous plots!

Yet, a sense of fate stirred in the Half-Elf’s mind, causing her body to tremble as if she were falling into an ice cave.

Rhea pieced together the active periods of this Red Dragon within the Harpist Alliance, as well as the very distinctive characteristics that matched the strange young dragon.

Suddenly, she realized this absurd tale, sounding like the babbling of a child—was very likely true!

"That makes sense now..."

Rhea frowned, murmuring in a voice so low that only she could hear.

So that’s it, the puzzles puzzling dragon scholars and the troubles troubling the Harpist Alliance could all be resolved.

That dragon, even larger than the Ancient Red Dragon, wasn’t a sealed Ancestral Dragon nor an offspring of Tiamat, but one with a clear growth trajectory!

It was very likely the peculiar young dragon she had let go ten years ago.

"What’s wrong? Rhea, did you think of something about that Red Dragon?"

"Nothing, Your Majesty.

I was just... thinking about our plan to reclaim the Moonlight Holy Tree."

The Half-Elf stood leaning on her sword, gazing into the distance, her beautiful eyes flickering, unknown thoughts stirring within.

Rhea’s lips slightly parted.

Some choices, since they are made by oneself, it is best to bear the consequences oneself.

The innocent and steadfast queen before her should not be entangled in this matter.

...

In the Royal Palace of the Thrace Kingdom, the "City of Sunrise," resplendent with gold.

The ministers on both sides of the staircase looked at each other, all bowing their heads in silence, the atmosphere within the palace turning particularly tense.

And from the golden throne, modeled after the one in Sunshine City, came a deep, magnetic male voice.

"Gentlemen, share your thoughts."

The man was clad in opulent silver armor, his skin flawless and pale, a faint white halo over him blurred his perfect visage.

Most striking were the three pairs of broad, white wings that spread from his back, making him appear like an angel descended to earth.

This was Aragon the First’s third son, a formidable contender for the Fadlan Emperor, ruler of the Thrace Kingdom, and leader of the Angel Divine Descendant Legion.

— Referred to as "Angel King" Wilhelm Aragon.

At this moment, the king, who appeared like an angel, was supporting his head with his hand, his expression stony as he watched the magic image in the center of the grand hall.

In the magic image, two hundred-meter-long giant dragons were fighting fiercely against each other, causing the heavens to split and the earth to shatter.

Are all of you scared out of your wits?

"Don’t tell me in my vast Thrace Kingdom, there are only cowards who dare not face the giant dragons?"

Looking around and seeing the ministers’ panicked expressions, Wilhelm’s voice finally carried a hint of indignation.

"..."

Hearing the king’s second inquiry, still no one dared to raise their head in the great hall.

After all, that giant dragon was too terrifying, beyond what any mortal could withstand.

If one were to boast in front of the King and really be sent to the North, they would have to face the ancient Red Dragon.

Meanwhile, those haughty Angel Divine Descendants who usually feared no enemy were still embroiled in combat in the southern battlefield, clashing intensely with Cassandra’s Titan Divine Descendants.

Seeing that no one still dared to speak, Wilhelm turned his gaze to a man shrinking in the corner.

"Duke Luton, you’re the one who escaped from the Red Dragon, do you have any unique insights?"

After Wilhelm called him out, the Duke of the North, Luton, trembled as he stood up, then "thud," he knelt to the ground.

He cried out with tears streaming down his face, "Your Majesty, we cannot fight!

That Red Dragon, he, he is simply a demon! No, he is more evil than a demon! He will kill us all!"

Seeing that image, Luton’s courage had already been shattered; he recalled the hellish scenes when the Red Dragon descended years ago, the blood-drenched execution ground, these scenes haunting his nightmares countless times.

And thinking of his years compiling "righteous disclosures" about the Red Dragon in various readings.

Suddenly, Duke Luton’s legs trembled, his opulent trousers wet, spreading a fishy and pungent smell throughout the hall.

"Indeed a coward."

Wilhelm looked down at him with some disgust, casually instructing, "Guards, Duke Luton’s mental illness is acting up again, drag him away."

Two soldiers in silver armor immediately stepped forward, lifting the shivering Duke Luton away.

Before leaving, Luton was still wailing loudly, "Your Majesty, we cannot fight!"

Wilhelm, already in a foul mood, looked even more displeased after this absurd farce. He called out another one.

"Duke Sachsie, you were an envoy to the Ashen Empire, what is your opinion on this matter?"

The foreign minister, dressed in an opulent robe and holding a scepter, walked out of the crowd and stood at the bottom of the steps, his head bowed in thought.

After a long while, Sachsie respectfully said, "Your Majesty, he is just a greedy, short-sighted Red Dragon; no matter how powerful his strength, it remains so.

I admit, the Ashen Empire’s Emperor is so powerful that he could change the global situation, but what he cares about is nothing more than the treasures in his own treasury — the fact that he sells us their most advanced weapons proves this point.

For money, that Red Dragon cares about nothing.

Thus, we don’t need to fear him; we can even make him our ally, simply by—filling his stomach."

"Oh?"

Wilhelm slightly nodded, stroking his chin as if pondering.

And the ministers started to agree with Sachsie’s statement, thinking that a solution that avoided confronting that terrifying dragon was undoubtedly the best.

Finally, this idea was approved by His Majesty Wilhelm, who nodded repeatedly in agreement. He acknowledged Sachsie’s plan to kill Asa once and...