"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this war isn’t just between you and Nali, there are other players involved, ones you can’t deal with."

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Rafael paused in surprise, just about to ask more questions, when suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

She quickly let go of Fisher, then turned her head, hiding her tear-stained, extremely conspicuous face, showing only her back to the door.

Afterward, she walked over to pick up the cloak she had thrown to the ground earlier, and as she gradually moved away from Fisher, the layers of scales that had originally lain flat on her skin rose immediately.

Her tail twisted slightly, gaining energy like a steam engine fueled with coal, only then did she address the person outside the door,

"Come in!"

Fisher tidied up his clothes, covering the part that had been bitten by Rafael’s Dragon Tooth.

"Creak!"

The door swung open, revealing a panting Yellow-Scaled Dragon-man at the entrance, dressed in a beige Dragon Court work robe, wearing glasses that seemed to be a craft of Nali, giving a sense of intellectual maturity.

The visitor was familiar to Fisher, who else could it be but Mier, after a long separation?

"Mier."

"Lord Fisher, you really are here, I just heard Fasher and Kexier talking about your arrival, and with Lady Moli..."

Seeing Fisher inside, Mier’s face was not surprised, but she appeared somewhat hesitant to speak, with a forced smile.

The Dragon-man Species’ reproduction seems to have no effect on females, unlike the pain humans endure during childbirth, ensuring the species’ difficult pairing yet large offspring numbers.

"Get to the point, Mier."

Watching Mier’s hesitant expression, Rafael pieced herself back into the imposing Dragon Queen, commanding her imperiously.

"Ah, oh... Lord Rafael, there’s an urgent message."

"A message? Is it about the Southern Branch Mountain Range, has the Fake Court made a move? But why are you delivering the message, shouldn’t it be..."

"No, Lord Rafael. It’s a secret report from the coastal defense, saying that a human private vessel has just been detained."

"A private vessel? Could it be a spy, or sent by the Fake Court with a message?"

"Neither, Lord Rafael..."

Mier pursed her lips, her claws involuntarily grasping the hem of her curled sleeve, seemingly unable to articulate the words. However, facing Rafael’s overwhelming authority, she knew she could not delay.

Finally, she could only close her eyes, muttering an apology in her heart, before speaking decisively,

"It’s a ship from the human kingdom of Schwali, looking quite luxurious, likely belonging to the nobles of that nation!"

"Schwali... I’ve heard that name before."

Rafael murmured to herself, while Fisher also scratched his chin, analyzing what Schwali might want this time, perhaps due to discord with Nali, thus thinking of funding Nali’s enemy, the Red Dragon Court, much like when Nali supported the Four Great Pirates...

"No... they aren’t an official ship, it’s a Schwali noblewoman and her two maids aboard, with no weapons at all, just gold and silver treasures... saying... saying..."

Mier began to stutter, her voice growing smaller and smaller,

"Saying that Lord Fisher’s official wife of four years has come to find her runaway husband!"

Rafael’s expression suddenly froze, while Fisher, who was racking his brains analyzing, also seemed dumbfounded, incredulously looking at Mier, who had closed her eyes to say it all.