"Then Viscount Ange, you truly are impressive." Preston set down his teacup and sighed softly. "The Empire's progress over at Fortress of Will can only be described as so-so at present."
Ange smiled faintly. "That is already quite good. I heard before that one of the Empire's legendary powerhouses killed a legendary lizardman. That counts as a major victory."
Preston frowned and sighed. "It is just that these legendary lizardmen are too good at hiding. Their movements are elusive."
"This is their territory. It is only natural that they can hide well," Ange said dismissively.
"This is not the lizardmen's territory." Preston suddenly lost his calm, his tone growing slightly heavier. "They are outsiders."
At those words, Ange's gaze sharpened, and something stirred within him.
This was not information an ordinary person could casually reveal.
Suppressing his surprise, he naturally pressed on. "The lizardmen are outsiders? What do you mean?"
Preston wore an expression as though it were obvious, his tone carrying a trace of pride. "Viscount Ange, you did not know? Before the lizardmen arrived on the Archipelago Plane, the Tasmania Continent had intelligent races similar to the Empire's. Later, the lizardmen invaded and wiped out all the original races. That was how it became a world ruled by lizardmen."
Ange's expression remained calm, but he rapidly sorted through Preston's words in his mind.
As he listened, he nodded, secretly weaving these clues together with the information he already knew to piece together a fuller picture.
Seeing Ange listen so attentively, Preston grew even more animated. "According to reliable sources, the lizardmen originally came from a shattered plane. At first, they had nearly eight legendary powerhouses. After arriving here, they fought a brutal war with the native inhabitants over territory. Although three died, the remaining five legends are still