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However, his dream had not even begun to take shape when a slap landed on his face.
Smack!
"Father?" Knocked to the ground by the slap, Tian held his half of his face in pain, looking at his father, who was like a mountain, with a look of grievance and confusion.
" Brat, in this Nation, you can provoke anyone except for one person. Do you need me to tell you who that person is?"
"No, no need, Father. I won't dare to show any disrespect to Her Majesty the Empress again."
Seeing his son crying and apologizing while kowtowing, Charl impatiently waved his hand.
"That's enough. You should go organize manpower for further tax collection and call for donations. We'll stick to the old routine: nobles return seventy percent of their wealth, while commoners hand over thirty percent... alright, let's make it forty percent."
"In the Dragon Hall, General Long did say one thing correctly. Our Nation ship is indeed running low on water. I was worried about this before. But now, as long as we swallow Holy Kingdom and incorporate its population, we won't have to worry about the population issue for at least the next three hundred years."
The more Tian listened, the greedier his eyes became. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes shimmering with lust and desire.
"Father, I heard that the Holy Kingdom has many nuns. This is a novelty that our Dragon Kingdom doesn't have. When the time comes, we can capture a few of them as slaves, and..."
"Well, indeed. Even the Orc slaves have become boring. The Catfolk and Dogfolk are practically extinct. It's time to change our tastes and find some replacements."
Charl stroked his beard. Sometimes, Orcs, despite their different appearance, weren't necessarily worse than other creatures in their hearts.
"Alright, go on. I need to make preparations on my end as well."
"Father, what are you planning?"
"Haven't you heard what the Empress said in the Dragon Hall? If that guy General Long truly finds the 'relic' the Empress wants in the Holy Kingdom, he'll definitely come after me first!"
"Exactly, does she even realize what she's doing? Declaring war? Does she intend to annihilate the Holy Kingdom?"
"I've been telling you all along, that Empress is cruel and tyrannical, ruling with an iron fist. Everyone in the Dragon Kingdom wants to overthrow her rule!" A member who clearly belonged to the Orc race, his eyes bloodshot with resentment, spoke passionately.
"We can't just stand by! The Sin City must intervene! We can't let this war engulf us, and we mustn't set a precedent for annexation. If the Dragon Nation gets a taste for it, what if they become greedy and target the Sin City next?"
"Reconsider!"
"Reconsider!"
Unusually, in the voting that followed, many members reached a unanimous decision. However, the more pressing issue was how to stop the Dragon Nation.
Tap.
Tap, tap.
The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the inner corridor of the council. This made all the members who had been debating and arguing about intervention plans stop and turn their attention to the corridor with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and even admiration.
That corridor was reserved for their Queen.
A graceful and slender figure, fluttering wings beating lightly behind her, two beautiful horns rising from her short pink hair, distinct from dragon horns, lacking the same majesty and aggressiveness. These horns were curved, forming a seductive curve, just like her mistress.
Under her long and fluffy eyelashes were bright, sparkling eyes. Her rosy lips were fine but not thin, perfectly proportioned, igniting an irresistible flame with just a glance.
Not to mention the swaying, occasionally appearing and disappearing, cute and slender flesh-colored tail behind her. At the tip of the tail, it formed a heart shape, not hanging in the air, but hooking directly onto the hearts of the members.
Lena had come here for just one sentence.
Her stance on the war between the Dragon Nation and the Holy Kingdom, whether it was world chaos, a clash of the supreme, the destruction of the Holy Kingdom, or a domino effect of devastation, was simple and clear.
"It doesn't matter. I'll join the fun~"