"However, there's no need for Your Highness to take action personally. As a sinner of the Giant Dragon Tribe, I have struggled to live in this place for a thousand years. To continue surviving for another few hundred years... would also not be of much significance. My only hope is for the king's child to no longer be trapped on these ruins filled with lost souls. Instead, to walk proudly and openly under the light."
Shiayar raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid that I'll act unscrupulously—by directly devouring your king's child and absorbing it for my own use? An heir who has inherited half the authority of a Dragon King and is still in its juvenile stage... If it were to appear on the Western Continent, even True Gods would be tempted, wouldn't they? Moreover, didn't your Dragon Royal Court have close allied friends during the Glorious Era? Why not seek help from an ally, rather than entrust it to a stranger like me?"
