Fermat Baha shook his head after hearing this, raising a finger and said to Rafael,
"It seems that many years have passed, so long that you've forgotten your own history. If your ancestors heard how their descendants retold their stories like this, they would definitely... be furious. The Dragon Court was not founded by me. Initially, I did have the thought of helping you, like my kin did, but you rejected me and pleaded for me not to use violence to enslave other creatures."
Moli, hiding behind Rafael, pursed her lips. She wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but she noticed Fermat Baha, who was crouching with his hands folded on the ground, spoke very slowly, as if carefully considering each word.
