Allies

A year ago, Olivia would have been completely panicked, but after her experience in the Imperial Parliament Hall, she has discarded many unrealistic fantasies and become much more pragmatic.

She understood the hidden meaning in Keosius's words— the Red Dragon didn't really want to declare war on Mellward, but was offering him a way out.

Keosius said the premise was "if Jennycis's actions represent Mellward's will" rather than "Jennycis's actions are Mellward's will".

Olivia hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Keosius, I apologize to you on behalf of the Melvord Clan. The accident just now was not the will of the clan. It was just that my aunt was a bit stubborn and misunderstood you. I hope you can forgive her."

Jennycis, who was pinned under the claws, also realized what was happening and quickly protested, "Your Majesty Keosius, this was all my own decision. It has nothing to do with the Melvord Clan or my father. I am willing to take full responsibility."

Keosius said calmly, "Jennycis, my patience has its limits. This is the last chance. For the sake of Congresswoman Olivia, don't let me find out about anything like this again."

As for taking responsibility?

Heh, if I kill you, that old bastard Oszedro won't let it go, and the Empire and the Melvord Clan will definitely go to war.

Since that's the case, I'll have to Punishment slightly, hoping you'll remember this lesson and not be so tactless again.

"Hiss--"

With the sound of flesh being scalded, a mark surging with flames appeared on the Silver Dragon's chest.

Only then did Keosius release his front paws, withdraw the immense pressure of the Progenitor Dragon, turn around, and return to his Iron Throne.

"Huff, huff"

Jennycis felt a sense of relief wash over her. She gasped for breath and gave Olivia a grateful look.

Accompanied by faint magical light, the Silver Dragon transformed back into the appearance of a noblewoman, except that her clothes were disheveled and a mark appeared on her fair chest.

Jennycis raised her head, gazing up at the towering Red Dragon, then lowered her eyes. "I apologize, Your Majesty Keosius."

"Um"

She clutched her chest and let out a muffled groan. The flames around the mark surged and burned intensely, causing her excruciating pain.

Immediately afterwards, chains of flame wrapped around her slender neck, leaving burn scars on her fair skin.

Keosius returned to his throne and said casually, "You have lost my trust, so this is the only way I can ensure the smooth progress of our cooperation. If I so choose, the flames can turn your heart into charcoal at any time."

Furthermore, if you consider me an utterly wicked tyrant, then your open declaration of war against the empire and your use of such tricks only make me laugh.

"Um..."

Jennycis clutched her chest, gritted her teeth, and nodded.

She listened to the other person's contemptuous words, felt the excruciating pain, and looked down at the mark that resembled a slave's mark, as well as the ugly marks on her neck.

She should have felt ashamed.

To any Silver Dragon, this was blatant humiliation—marks, scars, chains—it was as if she were being treated like a pet.

But the Red Dragon on the throne gave her an unprecedented feeling, making her not only unable to resist, but also wanting to submit, or even worship.

This was terrifying, filling Jennycis with a deep-seated fear.

This is clearly an evil Red Dragon.

A tyrant.

It was the very thing she originally loathed the most.

As the daughter of the Silver Wing, Jennycis is a strong contender to become the next chieftain of Mellward. Having defeated countless evil forces, why would she want to submit to such an existence?

Bahamut, why is this happening?

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

A jumble of complex emotions swirled together, as if by magic, Jennycis with no choice but to repeat what she had just said.

Olivia, watching from the side, sensed something was off about the atmosphere, so she stepped forward and said, "Keosius, now that this matter is over, let's talk about the cooperation between the Empire and the clans."

"Good."

The Red Dragon nodded slightly.

Jennycis recovered slightly and carefully took out the document she had prepared beforehand, saying, "In order to help the Anzeta Great Wasteland resist the invasion of the Abyss Demon Invasion, the Melvord Clan is willing to send three strong Silver Dragon and twelve adult Silver Dragon, and impart knowledge on how to deal with demons."

The Embers of the Burned Empire needs to pay a certain fee to cooperate with the Silver Dragon in their activities, and the Empire also has an obligation to assist Mellward in his demon-exorcising operations in other regions.

Keosius was slightly surprised. "This time, that old guy wasn't too stingy; he showed some sincerity."

Three strong Silver Dragon and twelve adult Silver Dragon —even in Fei An Suo, this would be enough to form a considerable force.

It seems that the Silver Wing's determination to resist the demons is indeed genuine.

However, in reality, Keosius was very confident in the Empire's ability to resist demons, and summoning these Silver Dragon was merely icing on the cake—more importantly, it was about establishing connections with the Metallic Dragon forces in the south.

As for the second point, the Embers of the Burned Empire is obligated to cooperate with Mellward in Exorcism in various regions, and Keosius does not object to this.

However, this is what he thought: if the empire conquers the Feanso Continent, or even the entire world, then no matter where a demonic calamity occurs, resisting the demons is something the empire is supposed to do anyway, which means there is no cost involved.

This time, when Keosius mentioned "the old man" again, Jennycis didn't object, but instead whispered:

"Your Majesty Keosius, my father has been fighting demons for over a thousand years, and his resolve will never change. You can rest assured..."

Having experienced what just happened, the Silver Dragon known as "Silver Scale" has become much more obedient and compliant, no longer as indignant as it was in the Goncalo Palace.

"It seems there's nothing wrong..."

Keosius casually glanced at the contract, then examined it again with the power of the Imperial Authority before finally signing his name on it.

A few Mars flew across the contract.

[Keosius Klauberwu Nolixius]

The Red Dragon grinned, its lips curling up slightly, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Jennycis pursed her lips.

Despite some setbacks, she completed the task her father had entrusted to her and facilitated cooperation between the Empire and Mellward.

Now, Jennycis has completely lost the idea of "defeating the Red Dragon" and can't even muster the slightest thought of resistance. She just wants to end it all as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and said respectfully, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Your Majesty."