Nidhogg, the Despair Black Dragon who had lived for over eighteen hundred years, felt his heart pounding violently.
Since coming into this world, he had weathered more than eighteen hundred years of storms. Human dynasties had changed several times over. Over those long years, he had experienced far too much, yet he had never felt anything like this before.
It was an instinctive flutter!
Setting aside biological instinct, as the nominal leader of Dragon Island and the strongest of Dragonkind, his duty was to ensure Dragonkind flourished and that more dragons were born. Roger's words offered benefits he simply could not refuse...
But he also understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
Even old people could become shrewd, much less a black dragon who had lived for over eighteen hundred years. Even if dragons were not good at thinking, they were absolutely not fools.
"The method you mentioned is something Dragonkind desperately desires. But asking Dragonkind to believe in you would probably still be very difficult. Even though your Magic Net has become very popular on Dragon Island recently and everyone wants one, we cannot force ourselves to convert just because of those two things." Nidhogg, the Despair Black Dragon, tried hard to calm the agitation in his heart.
"I have no intention of making Dragonkind believe in me. Believe if you wish; do not believe if you do not. Only evil gods would forcibly demand the faith of mortal beings." Roger spoke calmly, as though faith was unimportant to him.
That statement only made Nidhogg, the Despair Black Dragon, even more nervous.
If a god had come for Dragonkind's faith, he could at least gauge the other party's bottom line. But if the god did not even desire faith...
Nidhogg, the Despair Black Dragon, felt