Just as Li Wei worried about the situation of the regional manager under his command in Water-Drawing City, On the boundless plains that had once been the Evermoors, now crisscrossed with roads and covered in blue-green crops and flourishing orchards, the frost giantess Bestna, clad in nothing but a few strips of animal hide, was sulking by herself.
The reason was simple enough.
A shameless Silver Dragon had tricked her out of the only outfit that fit her, then vanished without a trace. At first, she had been forced to cover herself with leaves, delaying the task her mother had assigned her:
Regularly hunt sufficiently powerful prey to sacrifice to Kostchtchie, lord of the twenty-third layer of the Bottomless Abyss, and keep a real-time record of his responses.
In the past, Bestna had delegated this task to her four White Dragon—no, "Silver Dragon"—children.
But her children had now successfully integrated into Minas Tirith as "dragon knights" and "griffon herders," with Dragonbound Knight companions and the daily work of tending griffons.
Though they did have rotating days off, Bestna still wasn't quite confident in their intelligence.
The stable, peaceful life where food practically came to their mouths was simply the stuff of dreams for Big White and the others.
If the almost omnipresent "spies" of White City discovered that these "Silver Dragons" were secretly making sacrifices to an abyssal evil god—
Then it would all be over!
When that time came, even she herself wouldn't know how to explain it to Li Wei, who trusted her so deeply.
And their family of five would surely be driven out amid a chorus of curses.
She didn't want to end up like that.
She cherished her current life—such a convenient, such a civilized life.
The people here spoke pleasantly. They never looked at