King Ares was very busy. As a Dragon Knight, after the Torrent Dragon was attacked by Frost Trolls and Snow Giants,
he gained another duty.
Whenever the Torrent Dragon or Shadowflame Dragon traveled between the two nations, he had to ride the Scorching Dragon to escort them, preventing a lone dragon from being ambushed again by Frost Trolls and Snow Giants and suffering the same fate as Quentin III Shadowflame.
A dignified Dragon Knight had not been riding a dragon, but had personally gone down to console the Knight Order fighting at the front, only to be ambushed by Snow Giant Da.
He died a stifled death.
It was a colossal joke. Of course, to the nobles of the Scorching Torrent Kingdom, it was a laughing matter; to the nobles of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy, it was nothing less than terrible news.
That said,
over the past five thousand years, Snow Giants had only ever charged head-on, leaving humanity with a fixed impression of them.
Now that Frost Trolls had descended from the sky and begun directing Snow Giants to employ complex tactics, humanity immediately became vigilant.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." At the gates of Emerald Castle, Russell welcomed King Ares alongside Baron Boske.
"I heard from Sharman that you got snubbed by Yamal?" King Ares asked with a smile.
"I wouldn't call it getting snubbed. I've already come to understand Baron Yamal's personality, and he did not delay any important business," Russell replied.
"But he failed to properly receive a guest of mine, Ares. That alone is a fault." King Ares spoke calmly. "I have already ordered Yamal reprimanded. This year, he can forget about staying in his territory. He will spend the entire year fighting on the snowfields."
In this extraordinary world where the strong ruled all, King Ares's