"Walda, do you think that fool Borros really can command the Three-Headed Great Dragon? Wouldn't that mean his true dragon bloodline was second only to Her Highness's?"
After hearing that Borros had burned Riverrun to the ground while riding a dragon, Walda and the others had immediately slipped into the area around the Green Fork to investigate. To their surprise, they learned that Borros could command three hundred-meter-long great dragons.
"Pah! How dare he compare himself to Her Highness? The great dragons under her command protect people. They've never done anything to harm commoners. Wherever the princess's glory shines, people can live with plenty to eat and wear, free from oppression."
By now, Walda hated Borros to the marrow of her bones. Given the chance, she would gladly have cut off that bastard's head herself. Naturally, she had nothing kind to say about him.
"Even if Borros really can command the Three-Headed Great Dragon, it's still a notorious monster! He doesn't even know he's lost his own home. The moment Her Highness makes her move, that idiot will die without so much as a place to be buried."
"It's the people living near the Green Fork I pity. Not only do they go hungry because of Borros, they also live under the constant threat of being eaten by dragons. So many mothers have been forced to throw themselves into the river with their children in their arms just to end their suffering."
Maggie spat out her complaints bitterly. She was so furious that she did not even notice her nails digging through the skin of her palms.
"That stupid, savage coward! If he wants to feed his dragons, he can go to the nobles' castles and estates. How much livestock could a poor little village possibly have?"
"He doesn't dare