Lakede knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling violently, with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and wild joy inside him.
Duca was dead just like that, and by holding onto the leg of this juvenile Red Dragon before him, he could naturally become the highest-ranking person in this cult group.
Then he could become a true Dragonborn, with a noble status, a long life, and immense strength!
Just like the former Duca!
And what did this Red Dragon need? He needed someone to help him manage the team and cover up Duca's death from the Church.
After all, with the greed of giant dragons, even the loss of a single silver coin would set them ablaze with fury.
With this in mind, he hesitated only for a moment before gritting his teeth, summoning all his courage, and crawled forward, dragging Duca's headless corpse to throw it into the swamp.
Soon, the piranhas and crocodiles in the swamp came swarming, greedily devouring the still warm corpse, infused with Dragon Blood.
