Calling in Favors

"Your Majesty, that was my father's dragon, Red Lightning."

On the city wall, Orhan, who had rushed over in haste, gazed at the two colossal creatures facing off in the distance with mixed feelings.

He was not mourning Mahmud I. He had never had much affection for that father of his.

What moved him was the thought that if he had won Red Lightning's recognition back then, perhaps he would now be in Mahmud II's position, leading an assault on Constantinople.

But on second thought, even with Red Lightning, he most likely would not have been a match for Murad II and his three-headed demonic dragon. While he might have had a chance of taking the Ottoman throne, the more likely outcome was that he would have been defeated and killed.

Lothar frowned. "Tell me about Red Lightning's traits."

Orhan gave him a concise explanation. After all, this was the dragon he had once desperately wanted to inherit, so he naturally knew it well.

"Though it's a fire dragon, it excels more at close combat, and its defenses are astonishing."

Lothar considered this. Judging by the aura of its bloodline, the red dragon was clearly a tier below the three-headed demonic dragon. Yet its astounding defenses made him worry whether the Dragon-Slaying Crossbow would prove effective.

"Your Majesty, that red dragon has taken flight!"

Orhan looked tense. The worst-case scenario had come to pass. Red Lightning had not fought Mahmud II; instead, it had reached an agreement with him and launched an attack on Constantinople.

"What incredible speed!"

A grave look appeared on Lothar's face. Names could be wrong, but nicknames never were. Even he had to admit Red Lightning's flying speed surpassed his own.

"What a long-lost place."

In the sky.

The massive four-legged red dragon wore a strangely