Dragon Island, secret conference room.
Everyone's expressions were heavy.
"That mysterious Tier Seven Mage, although beaten by the Fire Spirit, hasn't left yet. We can be sure that he's the one secretly obstructing us."
"From the previous intel, it seems the person has some cooperation with the Tower of Descent, but they're not completely aligned. Maybe he's the Holy Court's secret weapon."
"Regardless of whether he is or not, we have to compromise. A Tier Seven Mage is too much of a threat. If we don't compromise with the Holy Court, Lord Erina won't be able to leave Dragon Island, unless... we move out of Dragon Island."
"Moving out is impossible, even if we agree to the Holy Court's terms."
"But... that's Dragon Language Magic!"
"Humph, without the dragon's treasure, they can't possibly figure anything out."
"It's too humiliating, this affair."
"..."
The Dragon Throne looked at everyone's arguments below; these arguments were futile.
