Ashen Dragon-Chapter 631 - 64

"Your Majesty, the Ashen Emperor is by no means a traditional evil dragon! Not only in strength, but his ambition also far surpasses the imaginations of everyone present here."

Dayev mustered his courage to stand beside Duke Sahisai and spoke with conviction.

Duke Sahisai frowned uncomfortably upon hearing his subordinate contradict him: "Dayev, do not forget that I am the one in charge of the diplomatic mission to the Empire."

Hesitating for a moment after hearing the other party’s words, Dayev still bit back his retort: "But... Your Grace, I have traveled through several cities of the Ashen Empire, even living in Isdalia for a few days. Surely you do not understand the Empire as well as I do." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

He lifted his head to look toward the throne, shrouded in a blurry halo of light, "Your Majesty Wilhelm, do you know what I saw?"

Wilhelm leaned slightly forward, looking down at the young diplomat with a deep voice: "Tell me, what did you see?"

Dayev lowered his head as if recalling a memorable journey from years ago.

"I saw mechanical giant beasts racing across the land, not for war, but for agricultural cultivation, I watched as steel cities rose from the ground, churning out a massive amount of products, I saw smoke billowing from factory chimneys, I witnessed the Imperial People, regardless of Race, nearly all of them behold the Emperor as a faith...

This Dragon Emperor is not merely in pursuit of wealth, he has even invested tens of millions of Gold Coins into the construction of these facilities—an act absolutely inconceivable for those miserly evil dragons.

Just take for example the Red Dragon Lord Osaros from a century ago; he would only plunder his subjects every few years without restraint, the epitome of the most common, traditional meaning of an evil dragon lord.

The actions of the Ashen Emperor Cassius, however, are fundamentally different from this. His goal is certainly not to plunder money, to put it more accurately, he is..."

Dayev paused in his speech, seemingly struggling with how to describe it, until after a moment he continued with a grave tone:

"The Ashen Emperor is creating a new civilization."

"How could this be?"

"Dayev is certainly exaggerating!"

"That’s just a Red Dragon, even if he possesses great power, he’s nothing but a savage Beast, impossible to become a wise ruler!"

"That’s right, I think he’s just trying to show off in front of His Majesty!"

After Dayev’s declaration, the hall erupted into chaos, the courtiers buzzing with discussion, while Duke Sahisai, whose opinion was completely dismissed, looked as dark as coal.

"But if that is true... aren’t we just giving money to the enemy for nothing?"

"Indeed, using Magic creations for the lowly Commoners is unheard of."

"The Red Dragon’s methods of beguiling people are truly terrifying!"

The majority of the ministers supported Duke Sahisai’s proposal, for they too did not wish to confront the terrifying giant dragons from the North.

And yet, some ministers were convinced by Dayev’s words, growing increasingly anxious about the great ambitions of the Ashen Emperor.

The ministers of the Thrace Kingdom did not fear a Red Dragon that pillaged and ravaged without restraint, for that was but a Beast to them.

But they were fearful of a wise and ambitious Dragon Monarch, as such an existence could potentially completely overturn their Ruling.

Wilhelm lowered his head in contemplation, wavering, even his pristine wings curling slightly: "So the Ashen Emperor harbors such ambition...

No wonder that waste from the North is so terrified."

This "Angel King," after witnessing the footage of the Battle and hearing Dayev’s narration, still held some apprehension toward the Red Dragon from the North.

However, in Wilhelm’s heart, the most important thing was always to retake the Holy City, to claim the legacy of the old Emperor, to become a being on par with the Divine at all costs.

Aside from that, everything else seemed trivial.

After all, he was a descendant of the Sun God, the natural ruler of Holy Fadlan, how could he fear a Red Dragon?

But then, Dayev’s words altered Wilhelm’s train of thought, casting a shadow over his heart.

"Also...

Your Majesty Wilhelm, I personally witnessed hundreds of Imperial Kin receiving the Red Dragon’s grace, becoming immensely powerful; he was performing some ritual akin to Ascension!

Cassius... that Emperor there, he wishes to become a Divine being in the hearts of the Imperial People."

Dayev glanced up, looking earnestly at the Angelic Divine Descendant upon the throne, his tone grave.

"What?"

Wilhelm’s eyes widened, his entire body trembling with extreme astonishment and rage, his white wings flapping agitatedly.

That Red Dragon also aspired to become a god on earth!

In Wilhelm’s plan, he would take the Holy City, eliminate his two brothers, claim the inheritance of Aragon the First, and ascend to become a true Divine being.

Then, he would retake the vast land of Holy Fadlan, collect the faith of all life on earth, and become the eternal Emperor, a god on earth.

And now, another being was coveting the throne of the earth-bound Divine! This was unforgivable!

Wilhelm’s voice was repressed, like the thunder before an Explosion: "Are you certain you saw it clearly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I witnessed it with my own eyes, felt it—akin to the Ascension ceremony of Emperor Aragon a century ago."

Wilhelm slowly rose from the throne, his three pairs of vast, white wings unfurling and casting a shadow.