Arguments and an Audience

North Wind Fortress, the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Keosius lay sprawled on the massive Iron Throne, with Olivia looking furious not far in front of him.

The Silver Dragon had now transformed into human form, still resembling a silver-haired girl, and still wearing a long dress shimmering with Star.

"Keosius, why are you still slaughtering those Northern Nobles? They have already surrendered; there's no need for pointless killing!"

"No, this is not a massacre."

"It is a trial."

Keosius opened his eyes and spoke calmly. He lazily extended his claws, and instantly, a clear Magic Image appeared in mid-air.

"Death penalty! Death penalty! Kill him!"

The scene shows a crowd of people, their emotions running high, gathered in the square, raising their hands and shouting wildly.

Keosius admired the sight and said with a smile, "See that?"

"It wasn't me who killed them, but the angry people of the the North who killed them, or rather, the Northern Nobles who destroyed everything—even their lives.

"This is the price they have to pay, and it is also a trial that upholds justice and fairness."

"If it weren't for the cruel oppression and brutal exploitation by the Northern Nobles over the centuries, how could the people of the the North hate them to such an extent that they would want to drag them to the guillotine?"

"This"

Olivia frowned slightly, momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute.

Because the trial was indeed conducted under the supervision of the people of the the North, and it did indeed meet their wishes, this remains an indisputable fact, despite the kingdom's deliberate attempts to incite emotions.

It is clearly inappropriate to explain this public trial for Olivia's existence on the side of lawful good with pragmatic reasons such as "dividing people's hearts and consolidating rule."

The lofty phrases "just judgment, resistance against oppression" are a good reason, which perfectly aligns with the Metallic Dragon ' benevolent mentality.

Keosius thought to himself.

Olivia shook her head and said in a low voice, "In any case, your methods are too extreme. I acknowledge the existence of oppression, but some of them clearly do not deserve to die."

"But it is still the people's choice—isn't it?"

Keosius gave the same answer.

Faced with the Red Dragon's high-sounding rhetoric and the slaughter carried out under the banner of "justice," Olivia was speechless and could only clutch her skirt and sulk.

Keosius slowly rose to his feet, shaking his massive dragon body. "Olivia, the process of unification is often cruel and violent. The old forces that are about to perish will inevitably put up fierce resistance, and bloodshed is unavoidable."

"And only in this way can we bring about a more lasting peace."

The Red Dragon turned to look at Olivia, a glint of light flashing in its pale golden eyes.

"However, absolute violence cannot sustain long-term rule, nor can it establish a new order. Therefore, kindness and order are also essential for the existence of a state."

"And that is why I invited you to join the kingdom, my councilor Olivia."

Olivia hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding the other person's deep, captivating gaze, and pursed her lips slightly.

"I... I understand."

"I will definitely do my job well."

The hem of her skirt was already crumpled in her hands, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

Olivia had spent several days rehearsing her arguments in her mind, fully preparing herself for a confrontation and debate with the other party, and even mentally preparing herself to provoke them.

But when she actually faced the Red Dragon, she was still timid and couldn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

"This guy has it under his control again."

Olivia pursed her lips, thinking to herself.

Suddenly, Keosius's voice interrupted her thoughts, "By the way, Olivia, how are your injuries?"

The silver-haired girl gently shook her head. "It's alright. The spear wasn't aimed at me, so I was just affected by a little bit of Abyssal Energy."

Keosius smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for standing up for me back then."

These words sounded very sincere.

Faced with this sudden expression of gratitude, Olivia was momentarily speechless.

Then, she stubbornly said, "And when I stood in front of you back then, it wasn't just to save you—it was also to prevent you from being corrupted by the Abyss Will and causing even greater harm to the beings of the Prime Material Plane."

Suddenly, her body flickered with tiny magical lights, and her form expanded rapidly, transforming back into the slender and elegant Silver Dragon, with wounds on her wings still spreading with chaotic energy.

"Since you're injured, stop using the Polymorph and stop foolishly trying to seek justice for those nobles."

"Take good care of your injury."

Keosius's voice rang out again.

Olivia felt a silvery-white light descend upon her, soothing her wounds; the sensation felt strangely familiar.

"This is."

"His Bahamut Your Majesty's power?"

"Could it be that... could it be that Keosius has truly converted to the Lord of the North Wind?"

The thought flashed through Olivia's mind, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

The slender, graceful silver dragon body rose and fell rhythmically with its breath, the wounds on its wings were rapidly healing, and the chaotic energy was being dispelled.

"Is this the Order Divine Power?"

Keosius held the "Bahamut's Wind" that shone with silver light, while gently waving his right claw.

As space distorted, a portal appeared before him, and Olivia's dragon body was teleported to the secondary hall of the royal palace.

Now, the Red Dragon's control over the Kingdom Domain has reached its peak. If it were on the Kingdom's land, he would even be confident that he could defeat Oszedro without relying on any external forces.

"Owner."

A voice came from the magic mirror in the main hall.

The ban on the Weave was lifted, and Lang Pu's ugly face appeared on the mirror.

"What is it?"

"Master, I have discovered a very promising human in North Wind Fortress. She is only nine years old and has already reached the third layer of the Weave. She may have the talent to become Legendary Sorcerer."

"In addition, she also harbored deep hatred for the Northern Nobles and had a strong sense of belonging to the kingdom."

"Oh?"

What's her name?

Keosius immediately became interested.

To be able to cast Third Circle Spell at the young age of nine without any magical education is a remarkable talent, even on the entire Feanso Continent.

"Misha, her name is Misha."

Lang Pu quickly replied.

"Misha?"

"This name seems somewhat familiar."

Keosius's long-buried memories were rekindled.

Misha, the "Madfire Witch," was sold into slavery as a child to a noble Earl and suffered inhumane abuse in his basement.

Later, she went completely mad, but also awakened an unparalleled talent for fire magic.

Misha burned hundreds of people, including the Earl, to death, turning the entire city into a sea of fire, and on the ashes-covered ruins, she built the "Tower of Sinful Fire," a structure designed to burn everything in its path.

After the players arrived, Misha became the final boss of the "Mad Fire Witch" side quest series and was defeated by the players. She died at less than seventeen years old, yet already possessed Challenge Rating of 16.

"This is going to be interesting."

"It is indeed a legendary talent, and its future achievements may even be greater. We must not let such a promising talent slip away."

Keosius stroked his chin, thinking to himself.

"Lang Pu, bring her here immediately."

"Yes, Master."