"Then it is settled. Let us proceed to the throne room where I shall inform the council of our agreement. They may not accept it readily, but I will convince them of the necessity of this alliance. Come, dragon. Walk with me, and together we shall forge a new path for both our peoples." She gestures towards the palace, awaiting your compliance.

"I understand, dragon. Our pact supersedes what the council might think. And perhaps, once they see the potential benefits, they will come around. For now, let's focus on what truly matters - rebuilding your species and ensuring the survival of ours."

Ember's eyes narrow slightly, but there is no anger in them - only deep consideration. She nods slowly, acknowledging both the truth of Zero's statement and its implications.

"It seems we have much to discuss among ourselves before taking any further action," Ember says finally, her voice thoughtful yet firm. "We should return to the others and share what we've learned here today; then perhaps we can begin formulating a plan that takes into account not just our desires for vengeance or expansion, but also the realities of the world around us."

As you continue your flight back toward your fellow dragons, Ember stays close beside you, her presence comforting even amidst the uncertainty ahead.

Her eyes wander over the guards, assessing each one in turn before settling on the most nervous-looking one among them. "Very well," she says with a smirk. "You five, come here." The guard she had been speaking to earlier obediently steps forward, his expression a mix of fear and anticipation as he waits for her command.

"You," Princess Evergreen continues, pointing at the remaining four guards, "stay where you are... for now."

As the five guards approach, Princess Evergreen steps between them and the remaining four. "Now," she whispers, her voice low and seductive as she runs her hands over their chests, "who's first?" Her fingers slide lower, teasing at the fabric of their pants. The nervous guard swallows hard, his eyes fixed on hers as he waits for her to make the first move.

Lily leads the way through the bustling village, nodding to people they pass by as you walk beside her. Most of them seem to know who Aria is, but your presence still attracts a fair amount of attention and whispers. As you near Lily's house, she pauses to explain that this is where you'll be staying while you're here.

"It's not much," she says apologetically, gesturing towards the small wooden home with its thatched roof. "But it's comfortable enough for three."

You wipe the tears from your eyes before they can fall, clearing your throat as you step inside. It's true that the house isn't much to look at, but it feels like home to you now, a safe haven amidst all the danger and uncertainty of the outside world. As you glance around, taking in the cozy furniture and familiar scents, you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you.

"Thank you," you say softly, looking at Lily with gratitude. "

You nod in agreement, realizing that the only way to stop the dragon slayers is to restore your kind's numbers. Your newfound knowledge of interspecies reproduction fills you with hope, as it means that human women aren't the only option for breeding more dragons. Now, all you need to do is find suitable partners among other species and begin impregnating them to start a new generation of dragons...

You close your eyes and focus your magic on the world outside, searching for potential mates among the twelve different species that inhabit it. After a few moments of concentration, you manage to identify six pairs of suitable candidates for breeding - two each from the elf, dwarf, beastling, and halfling races; as well as one human female who has caught your eye.

Now all that's left is for you to approach these individuals and present them with your proposal...

"Yes," he growls in reply to your question, "but that does not change the fact that I am still the best at my craft." He glares at you challengingly before continuing, "Now, are you going to do as I say or shall we return to your cell right now?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if this is truly what you want. However, the alternative is even more unbearable. With a deep breath, you nod slowly in agreement. "Alright," you whisper, looking up at him with determination in your eyes. "I'll do it."

The guard grins wickedly before pushing you roughly toward the entrance of the arena. As he does so, his hand brushes against your breast, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.