He would consume one of them and give another to Rosalia, while saving the rest for his women or children in the future.
Gertrud looked reluctant.
"Is something the matter?"
"No, I... It's just... our empire relies on those for future generations. If—"
"Your future is already doomed if you don't bring me those orbs." Max used the threat again. He had already noticed how well it worked on this girl.
She cared too deeply about her people and her home, to the point where she would sacrifice anything, even herself, to protect them. While Max respected that, he also found it slightly foolish.
"Yes..." Her body twisted as dark green wings burst from her back. A thick dragon tail extended from her spine, and dark horns, almost black with a green tint, rose from her head like a crown.
Her eyes lit up in a beautiful neon green, a dragon's slit cutting through her irises.
With a single flap of her wings, she shot nearly ten meters into the air and reluctantly gathered the five orbs.
