093 Canary

Butler Vulcan carefully swept his gaze around the room. When he returned, Grina could not help asking:

"Are you being a little too sensitive, Vulcan? You practically want to split open every atomic nucleus for a look. This is the Imperial State. What terrorist would dare cause trouble here?"

"Please forgive me, Miss Grina." Vulcan inclined his head. "To the entire Dragon Race, you are indispensable. No amount of caution is excessive."

"Indispensable? That is the funniest joke I have ever heard."

Grina curled her lips.

"As long as that crazy old woman of mine was around, she could make as many Radiant Dragons as she wanted."

"But she is no longer with us, is she?"

Vulcan said humorously:

"It has been 458 years since Lady Red left without saying goodbye—you were barely over two hundred then, still such a little child. Having to shoulder a princess's responsibilities at such a young age, you must have resented her deeply, yes? I can understand. When I was born, my mother nearly ate me because I had not inherited her talent."

"To you, Radiant Dragons are nothing more than symbols anyway."

As Grina spoke, she slowly raised her hand. Light passed through her fingers without obstruction and fell onto her skirt, as though her palm were merely a thin, transparent crystal.

"As the legendary supreme Radiant Dragon, the Dragon Race's sole true emperor, I turned out to be this sort of thing. Not only does it take an absurdly long time to grow, but before reaching Omega Tier 24, I do not even display any particularly outstanding abilities as a Dragon Race member."

Grina mocked herself. "That madwoman Red has probably created countless children like me. Most died from genetic collapse—by the time it came to me, I was relatively lucky. At