The Silent Procession

Ferda listened to her words.

“If you wish to express regret over this incident, put forward someone the Emergency Response Headquarters would scarcely dare touch.”

At first, Ferda thought she was talking about Consilius, but he soon realized that was not the case.

Ferda reflexively furrowed his brow.

“Are you saying we should put His Highness the Grand Duke forward?”

“It may be shameless, but that would be the easiest and fastest method.”

Ferda was the man who would become the Red Dragon’s husband and consort, but he was merely a proxy.

He was not the Grand Duke himself, but merely a toy meant for someone’s amusement.

That was the public perception.

If the dragon herself stepped forward and asserted her voice in this matter, no one would dare utter a word in protest...