If Only He Were My Son

I leaned back into the seat and sank into thought.

I had six months.

I calculated that six months would be enough to win him over.

But variables always arise in the worst possible way.

The lesson my first life taught me was to always keep a Plan B in mind.

'If, by some chance, I fail to win over the Guardian Dragon.'

I had no intention whatsoever of handing Celine over as promised.

Reclaiming the Ashen Forest and winning over the Guardian Dragon.

The Emperor had given me a pretext.

Using it, I could legally station a large standing army...