Mairrel was very conflicted.
The despicable evil god had confined her activities to a three-kilometer radius.
But after inspecting the area, she realized that there was no food here at all!
"Oh heavens! Is the great Lord Mairrel going to starve to death here?"
She was an adolescent dragon, right in the growth phase, and naturally had a huge appetite.
The sensation of hunger was something she had rarely experienced ever since settling in her castle in the Dark Mountain Range.
At that time, the Half-Beast Tribe would prepare everything she needed.
Thinking of those honest and capable half-beasts, and then about these cruel, crazy long-eared creatures, Mairrel felt her future growing increasingly bleak.
"Do I really have to surrender to those long ears?"
Recalling the taste of the meat skewer she had just smelled, Mairrel involuntarily swallowed her saliva but quickly shook her head,
"No! No! How can Mairrel bow to evil forces?"
She seemed to have forgotten…
