Debate in the Council Chamber

"Pathetic trash."

Christina stepped forward and sat provocatively behind the Seleucian nobles. Crossing her legs, she raised a silk fan to cover half her face and mocked them without mercy.

"You are nothing but a pack of homeless stray dogs. You do not even have the courage to resist, and can only rely on the Empire to reclaim your homeland. Yet you still do not know gratitude and bark at the people who saved your lives. How laughable."

Khalid's face flushed crimson with fury. The hand gripping his silver sword trembled slightly, veins bulging as he gritted his teeth. "And what does this have to do with you descendants of Tiamat?

"You colluded with the Dragon Worship Cult and committed every evil imaginable. You are the losers of this war! You—the Faria Clan—should pay for what you have done!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Khalid swung his silver sword in a rage, intending to smash the chair before him to pieces.

Dolo, seated behind him with the expression of someone enjoying a show, leisurely took a sip of tea and reminded him at just the right moment, "Lord Viscount, everything here is now common property of the allied forces. If you damage anything, you will have to pay for it."

Hearing this, Khalid, whose property had been seized by the Blue Dragons and who had long since been reduced to poverty, froze mid-motion. He could only stomp the floor furiously to vent his frustration.

The other Seleucian nobles were equally enraged. Christina's biting words had clearly struck a sore spot. They rose one after another and surrounded the Blue Dragon in human form.

"Damn evil dragon!"

"Revenge!"

"If not for filthy, evil reptiles like you, how could we have fallen so low?"

"We should seize this evil dragon right