It was a photograph of Draudillon, Queen of the Draconic Kingdom, taken by Ainz with a single-use item he had gotten from a lottery draw.
The moment he saw the photograph, the Brightness Dragon Lord's expression became somewhat unnatural. He seemed to realize what Ainz was about to say.
"According to intelligence gathered by my subordinates, the Imperium of Man has learned of the existence of Wild Magic through this person."
"What?"
There was no shock in the Dragon Emperor's voice, only faint anger. He had long expected that the Imperium of Man would learn of Wild Magic during its campaigns. After all, traces of the dragon race's past glory were everywhere across this land. It was entirely possible that the Imperium of Man's armies would unearth some relic containing a wealth of information.
But... learning of Wild Magic through a person, a hybrid clearly bearing dragon blood—that was an entirely different matter.
In the eyes of the Dragon Emperor and the other True Dragon Lords, there was only one being with the leisure to do such a thing.
"Brightness Dragon Lord..."
The Dragon Emperor spoke coldly. The Brightness Dragon Lord immediately grew so nervous that he forgot to breathe. Letting out an awkward laugh, he bowed and scraped before the Dragon Emperor as he explained, "Father... why did you suddenly call my name?"
As soon as the Brightness Dragon Lord said this, the True Dragon Lords revealed contemptuous expressions. Everyone present knew that the Brightness Dragon Lord was a lecher who would take anyone. Race did not matter, nor did age, as long as they matched the Brightness Dragon Lord's diverse tastes.
The Brightness Dragon Lord also realized how feeble his excuse was. Sweat broke out beneath the Dragon Emperor's stare, and then he lowered his head and confessed