"here."

"Is this the palace?"

Misha looked around carefully. Her eyes swept across the tall and majestic city walls, the standing stone pillars, and reached the magnificent steel palace in the distance.

Old John had told her that this palace was the residence of His Majesty Cassius, and that it contained all the treasures of the kingdom.

"Ow—"

Seeing Trump and Misha coming, the flying dragons on the stone pillars all raised their heads and let out a long roar, and the tieflings guarding the door also bowed their heads to greet them.

Tiefling Guard Captain Ekmon stepped forward and said respectfully, "Good day, Lord Rumple. His Majesty is waiting for you in the main hall."

"I see."

Trump nodded slightly, and he tapped his staff lightly, bringing Misha with him and descending to the ground, walking.

Rump walked in with ease and said in a low voice, "This is the residence of His Majesty Cassius, the most sacred and inviolable place in the entire kingdom. Here, any flying or teleportation spells will be regarded as usurpation."

"Even I have to walk in on foot, as a sign of respect for His Majesty."

The ogre mage was huge, and even though he had deliberately slowed down his pace, each step he took was still two meters, making it difficult for Misha to follow him.

But she still replied breathlessly, "Yes, sir."

However, when they completely entered, the scene that came into view made Misha amazed and she stopped for a moment.

"This is."

Although some of it is covered by newly planted vegetation, the ground is still covered with black, solidified lava, which is slightly undulating or in the shape of wide hills, and even still appears to be flowing.

Another burst of hot air with a strong smell of sulfur blew in her face, making her feel as if she had arrived at the crater of a volcano.

Trump stopped and said excitedly: "Did you see that? This is the great power of your majesty. Even an unintentional leakage of power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"I will use magic to give you protection."

He was about to raise his staff when he noticed that Misha had closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the hot air, and even her whole body relaxed.

"No thanks, Mr. Trump."

"Thank you for your concern, but I feel fine now, better than ever."

Misha slowly opened her eyes, fire flickered in her brown pupils, and her pretty face was full of excitement.

For a warlock who has an extreme affinity for the element of fire, entering the scorching hot environment created by a red dragon is like a fish in water, and all the energy in the body is replenished.

"That would be perfect."

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across Trump's face.

Being able to feel comfortable in such an extreme environment, Misha's talent must be beyond expectations, and even Trump felt a little envious - he finally understood the feelings of those mages who disparaged warlocks as "barbarians".

On the way, Trump kept emphasizing to Misha the supremacy of the Red Dragon and repeated the etiquette of the audience over and over again.

They walked along the road for dozens of minutes and finally reached the end, where they saw the entirety of the magnificent palace.

"Wow."

Although she was mentally prepared, Misha couldn't help but exclaim when she raised her head.

The Iron Dragon Wing Palace was built against the mountain, shaped like a wide, spread dragon wing. The entire main body of the palace was made of refined steel - there were hundreds of hideous cracks on it caused by red dragons, which could not be completely covered up after several renovations, but it showed a certain primitive sense of power.

Rump bowed slightly, waited outside the palace, and whispered:
"Misha, this is the main hall of the palace, where His Majesty lives. Remember the etiquette I taught you."

"Go ahead. His Majesty wants to see you alone."

"Yes, Lord Trump, I will remember your teachings."

Misha nodded solemnly.

During this time, she looked back a little awkwardly from time to time. Only after Trump's eyes signaled that it was okay did she dare to move forward. "Although Lord Trump is a little ugly, he is a warm-hearted and good man - at least much better than those nobles with beastly hearts. They should all be hung on the stake and burned to death."

Misha thought to herself.

"I just don't know what the legendary Majesty will be like."

While she was thinking, she looked up and found that she had walked to the heavy door. She suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She called softly:

"Your Majesty, I am here."

Before she could finish her words, Misha quickly covered her mouth because she realized that she had forgotten the steps that Trump taught her because of her nervousness.

But fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

"boom--"

With a rumbling sound, the heavy door carved with a ferocious dragon head slowly opened.

Misha's legs were already shaking, but she tried her best to control her nervousness. She followed Trump's instructions, walked in step by step with her head down, and finally knelt in front of the stairs.

"Your Majesty, I am Misha, and I have come to see you."

"Don't be nervous, get up."

There was a hint of smile in the voice, and it didn't seem as cold and heartless as imagined.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Misha stood up, raised her head carefully, and finally saw the tall figure on the throne.

——The huge red dragon body was sitting on the iron throne, with ripples like magma flowing on its surface. There were several crown-like horns on the top of the dragon's head, and fire was dancing in its light golden pupils.

The red dragon's mere presence there is like the embodiment of the element of fire.

But strangely, although Misha felt a tremor of fear, something more powerful overwhelmed them - that was a sense of intimacy.

Yes, it's intimacy.

More precisely, it is an attachment to a higher homologous force.

There were also flashes of fire in Misha's brown pupils. She felt that the fire elements in her body were inspired. They were beating continuously, as if they were cheering, saluting, and bowing to the red dragon.

And Cassius was also looking carefully at the girl in front of him, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Misha."

"The 'Mad Fire Witch' who killed countless players in her previous life is still a child now."

"It's really interesting."

In his eyes, the girl in front of him was almost beyond the category of human beings and could be classified as a semi-magical creature. Every drop of blood in her body was filled with fire elements.

This kind of talent had a more appropriate name in the previous life - "Son of Elements".

Misha hesitated, gathered the corners of her clothes into a ball, not knowing what to say.

It was Cassius who spoke first, calmly saying, "Trump has already informed me of your intentions. Do you want to take revenge on Leo Bosco?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"That shameless guy planned the Magur Incident and brutally murdered my grandfather. I want to avenge him!"

Misha quickly replied.

When she talked about this topic, her voice no longer trembled, but became more sonorous and powerful. (End of this chapter)