"That's for the best." Kaslana stood up, "The group of green dragons in your hand that refuse to submit to you, I've already appealed for ransom to Mother Emerald Isra in my grandfather's name. There should be a response tomorrow, or the day after at the latest."
"So soon?" Muria was stunned.
"Yes, after returning from the Kingdom of Bavaria, I immediately sent the message." Kaslana showed a slight smile on her face, "Now the attention of Mother Emerald Isra must be on the soon-to-be-destroyed Kingdom of Bavaria. She is currently concentrating on rallying her forces, waiting to take a share after the Undead Council leaves.
She may not have the energy to focus on the fact that you've turned more than a dozen of her dragons against her and come to bother you. So, it's the best time to ask her for a ransom."
"The kingdom soon to be destroyed..." Hearing Kaslana's words, Muria murmured and then fell silent, recalling the ordinary humans struggling in the Undead Cataclysm.