"I have received this from Hianshu," Soren said, holding out the parchment.
The Emperor and Empress exchanged a sharp glance.
The kingdom that had blamed dragons for every misfortune that fell on the country. It began with the Temple's prophecy, followed by humans who began to use it as an excuse to throw rocks at half-humans, despite which races they came from.
Hadn't the Emperor decided to leave the country, it would have been complete bloodshed by now. After all, half-humans were much stronger than pure-blood ones.
And demons, vampires—the pure-blooded ones could have wiped them out in a single blow. If it weren't for the dragon king's words: I have protected them for centuries. Do not kill them. Not as long as I breathe.
