"How many can we arm?" asked Mandeste, the Bronze Dragon Minister of War. "Your Highness the Princess."
"Things are different now. We have to admit that fighting as a group is becoming more and more important."
"The Memories from the Dragon inheritance, of one dragon being able to stand against an entire nation, no longer apply."
"Besides, our true Dragon Race is far too small in number. We have just over a hundred thousand, and can't afford to lose many."
"The million-strong Dragon Race of fifty thousand years ago is impossible to recreate."
"If we could mobilize enough Dragonkin and Dragon-blooded auxiliary troops, as planned a thousand years ago,"
"then we'd have a powerful trump card when it came to military affairs."
"Traditional Cold Weapons can sometimes bring down one of us true dragons with an arrow, but everyone knows how that happens. It's just luck."
"There are a little over forty thousand Five-colored Dragons and fifty thousand Metal Dragons. We really aren't suited for a conflict."
"Besides, they've also won over many factions: those Lizard Dragons, Demon Dragons, and some of the Dragonman City-states in the south."
"And the corresponding Five-colored Dragon nobles."
The Silver Dragon Finance Minister, Sabrina, immediately praised her. "As expected of Princess Eileen! You truly have a queen's wisdom."
"Pay them in silver."
"That's wonderful! We won't have to spend our precious gold, gems, or mithril."
The Prime Minister came over to flatter her as well. "It's certainly feasible. The Silver Territory has a new silver mine, second only to the lowlands of the Western Continent."
Then Prime Minister Kil, a Golden Dragon, began reminiscing, speaking in the ancient language of the world. "Back then, the Demon Race seized the Loulan silver mine, which gave them the strength to divide our power."
"The lowland region