After meeting with the Crusader lords, Lothar had finally sorted out the aftermath of this infamous Crusades.
As for the debt between the Crusaders and the Venetians, Lothar could not be bothered to interfere. Though the Venetians had been the masterminds behind this Crusades, they had kept their hands looking clean on the surface.
Lothar had no intention of falling out with the Venetians for the sake of the Greeks. Even after losing a squadron and a sea dragon, the Venetians remained the masters of the Mediterranean Sea. His own ambitions had already spread far enough; it was not yet time to contend with the Venetians for control of the Mediterranean Sea.
He glanced at the imprecise map he had drawn himself, which still hung on the platform. Before the Crusader nobles noticed, he left the council chamber.
Roar—
Ladon, who had been bored out of his mind and waiting impatiently, took to the air the moment Lothar climbed onto his back.
Only upon hearing the dragon's roar outside did everyone snap out of their daze and rush after him.
But all they could see was the massive shadow of the dragon growing ever more distant.
Someone sighed. "It seems His Majesty still bears a grudge against us. Otherwise, he would not have left without even saying goodbye."
"We are all sinners. May the Heavenly Father forgive us."
At that moment, the ordinary Crusader soldiers who had been waiting nearby hurried forward to ask, "What has His Majesty decided to do with us?"
"What should we do next?"
The nobles and clergymen began explaining matters to the soldiers.
Then someone suddenly asked, "By the way, Your Majesty Bela, now that we can no longer attack Constantinople, this cannot count as us breaking the agreement, can it? We will not acknowledge