The Southern Frontier, Flame Mountain Territory.
Inside a hall.
A long-distance communication Magic Array supplied by the Sacred Spring Trade Guild slowly lit up.
Kroya's figure appeared within it-the projection created by this array, which cost three hundred magic crystals per use, was almost indistinguishable from the man himself.
"Hey there!"
Once Kroya appeared, his gaze lingered briefly on the unusual woman beside Flame Mountain. He smiled. "We finally meet, my friend. Have you made a decision?"
The Flame Mountain Lord smiled back. "You've already sent your people here. I can hardly refuse to show some sincerity.
This is my wife!"
He openly wrapped an arm around the woman beside him, but he looked tense and stiff no matter how one looked at him, as though he were holding a glass doll.
Flame Mountain looked at Kroya, a friend he had been in contact with for some time. Although they had never truly met, they had become quite familiar with each other.
He dangled the bait outright:
"Would you like... some Red Dragons?"
Kroya frowned at that.
"Please elaborate."
It would have been an outright lie to say he did not want dragons.
In this magical world, dragons were among the highest-ranking mysterious magical beasts. Of course he wanted them, but the question was how to get them.
If the price was out of proportion to the reward, he would need to consider it very carefully.
He knew that, and so did Flame Mountain.
Thus, this time, the woman beside Flame Mountain spoke. "Deep in the Southern Frontier, Duke Nall and Duke Olivier's family are fighting over a Small Plane hidden inside a volcano.
My younger brother and sister are in there, along with some ordinary Red Dragon and Dragon Beast eggs."
"Wait." Kroya interrupted her, his gaze sharp. "Ordinary