Butler Volgan carefully scanned the room. When he returned, Glina couldn't help but ask:
"Aren't you being too sensitive, Volgan? You want to split atoms to take a look. This is in the Empire, what terrorist would dare to cause trouble?"
"Please forgive me, Miss Glina," Volgan nodded. "For the entire Dragon Race, you are an indispensable existence, being cautious is never too much."
"Indispensable? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard."
Glina curled her lips:
"That Radiant Dragon thing, when my crazy mother was around, she could produce them as much as she wanted."
"Isn't it because She's no longer here."
Volgan humorously said:
"Ever since His Excellency Redd Gold left without a word, it's been 458 years—back then you were just a kid over two hundred years old, shouldering the responsibility of the Princess at such a young age, surely you must resent Him greatly? I can understand, after all, when I was born, my mother saw I didn't inherit the Talent and almost ate me."
