"So, Ancestor, what do you think about this?" David didn't hastily agree but instead directly posed the question.

Christoph seemed to have grown accustomed to the youngster's damned attitude of calling him Ancestor when needed and bluntly telling him to get lost when not.

He didn't explain much either but seemed to have been prepared for this moment as he once again retrieved another 'invitation' from the gaps between the scales on his chest and dangled it in front of David.

The wording was essentially the same; only the invited person at the beginning had changed to his own daughter, Yolanda.

"So, you're planning on sending her? What's the aim?"

David looked at the very old Dragon with a touch of suspicion.

There was no helping it; the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat's reputation had never been exactly stellar.

So much so that, by unwritten law among the Chromatic Dragons, even her divine shrines were rarely dared to be kept within their own lairs, and true believers of Her Majesty the Chromatic Dragon Queen were even rarer.

Yes, some of the blessings and divine favors bestowed by Tiamat were indeed powerful, but the cost of such divine grace was appallingly high—far beyond what 'shocking' could even begin to describe for a Dragon!

Take, for example, the two most commonly used divine favors among the gods: one for life-saving moments and the other for healing when one suffers irreversible severe injuries.

Perhaps it was because Dragon lives were more valuable than human lives; a typical Priest's Healing Spell, when used on a great Dragon, was like a mere drizzle—hardly effective. But the sacrifice, amounting to tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand Gold Coins, was far from life-saving; it was more like the 'bloodletting' of the Middle Ages, slowly flaying them alive.

If the Dragon survived, it would still be left weakened and listless.

If an adult Dragon, by bad luck, had to go through this a few times, it wouldn't be surprising if they ended up bankrupted by a medical bill—much like citizens on Blue Star Amerigan receiving theirs from a hospital months later.

With things handled like this, even if a planar war was lucrative, wasn't it just like paying to work?

It's not worth it.

In short, unless this Chromatic Dragon Queen showed a little more Generosity, he, for one, wasn't willing to get involved.

Elariya was already on an unstoppable ascent to the main material plane. Wasn't it better to consolidate her own foundation steadily and surely?

Christoph noticed this and was puzzled.

"Didn't you receive a divine edict from Her Majesty the Chromatic Dragon Queen?"

"Divine edict? I'm not one of her followers, so where would I get a divine edict?"

Christoph was abruptly stunned. He's not even a follower of the Dragon Queen, yet he managed to obtain such a powerful divine mark?

Ah, well, what could one say? The brat just had a good mother!

Even though Christoph was old and had already made his mark, he, who had faced Drow from birth, couldn't help but feel a burning envy towards this descendant's heaven-defying good fortune. Before this jealousy consumed him, the old Dragon flicked the tip of his tail at his daughter Yolanda nearby.

"You explain it to him."

Then, he flew off on his own, calling to a group of Dragonkin who were trying futilely to block the flow of water, "Tear down the cliffs on both sides and pile them up high."

He would rather go to great lengths to turn what was once a valley into a towering Dragon cliff of solid rock.

This was probably the Red Dragon Ancestor's last shred of stubbornness before his descendant, David.

It was akin to how, despite being only two or three centuries away from reaching the Ancient Dragon stage, he had insisted on squandering a prime opportunity to return to his homeland and exact vengeance upon the Drow.

Soon, breaths of flame erupted like mine explosives, causing bursts of roaring and trembling.

And under Yolanda's calm and patient explanation, David finally understood that Tiamat, in her desire to gain enough benefits from this divine war, had actually decided to be generous for once.

For starters, anyone participating in the Dragon Queen's planar strategy missions would enjoy free treatment from the Evil Dragon Priests and battlefield support. Upon returning to the Evil Scale Fortress, they would also enjoy one instance of divine healing.

But hearing this, David scoffed coldly. 'Mama Tia's' intentions might be good, but Priests are limited, and so are their daily divine spells. If you don't show some 'appreciation' to the Priests when the time comes? Well, then you can forget about timely aid.

Secondly, Her Majesty Tiamat was prepared to directly elevate a Demigod during this divine war.

"Demigod?" David was initially shocked, then he understood.

Perhaps for other Chromatic Dragons, it was indeed a heart-pounding opportunity to ascend to godhood in a single leap.

After all, in all these years, the entire Dragon lineage had only produced ten Dragon Gods—and that was with Pafila managing to bring the count to double digits.

Although he was somewhat shocked by Tiamat's grand gesture this time, he still wasn't interested.

After all, becoming Tiamat's Demigod meant being completely bound to her, which contradicted the warning his mother, Pafila, had given him before she departed.

Moreover, because of his 'assistance in his mother's ascension to godhood,' he had also gained some esoteric knowledge about deities at the moment Pafila ascended.

For instance, the principle of minimum energy dictates that unowned divine power in the world tends toward its lowest state, compelling higher-order gods to maintain their positions. Gods can elevate their divine rank by absorbing divine power. However, according to the Pauli Exclusion Principle, when all higher-order divine positions are occupied, the divine rank of lower-order gods cannot be elevated, no matter how much lesser divine power they consume.

That was probably the underlying reason for the outbreak of this divine war.

Tiamat, for some unknown reason, had begun to desire further ascension. Therefore, she had to target a higher-order god to make her move. Meanwhile, other gods with similar aspirations silently permitted this to unfold, participating either directly or indirectly.