Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Prince Caledor walked among the silent palaces, his steps were slow, like a child who had just stepped into the mortal world for the first time, feeling the noise and splendor of this world...

After experiencing countless brilliant moments, he finally came to the conclusion that it all seemed to have nothing to do with him.

This was his court, he was unquestionably the Lord of Caledor, and countless victories and courage were engraved on a certain wall and bricks.

Power, honor and wealth are all in his hands, but this time, Draconian felt a hint of... irony for the first time.

He raised his head and looked at the towering Dragon Hall. This huge building, which had been renovated again, seemed to have restored the glory of ancient times.

A hundred years of rule have proved that the young prince is different from his father. The once deserted Dragon Court has become a little more lively as Draconian has recruited talented people and appointed various professionals to guide the development of the field.

The palace is not a military fortress, but a comprehensive political institution that integrates power, decision-making, planning and development. This is Draknir's idea of ​​the Dragon Palace.

Once upon a time, the focus of discussion here was no longer on the military, but on how we should make Caledor a better place tomorrow. A child could freely choose to work in any field, and the annual routine militia training was repeatedly reduced, allowing people to have more time to focus on what they want to do.

The previous Dragon Prince created a military and economic miracle for Caledor, allowing the ancient and declining kingdom to gradually restore its former strength. The current Dragon Prince is working hard to transfer the discourse power of culture and tradition from the Inner Ring to the remote Dragon's Back Mountains.

But he seemed to have forgotten who had paid for all this...

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

The young servant was surprised to see the prince stepping into the hall. In his impression, his highness was always busy and was always teleported to various parts of the world using magic circles to take care of his people.

“Many, many… I saw a group of souls who were willing to burn. They were unable to adapt to the coming of the times and intended to play a dirge in the most intense way, like a group of sorrows walking in the world…

Tell me, Alvet, do you like the battlefield?"

Alvet puffed out his chest, wanting to prove his courage in the most decisive way, but under the gaze of His Highness, his shoulders gradually relaxed.

"It's hard for me to adapt to the battlefield... You know, I am often responsible for communicating with the Dragon Prince of Kalede. At some gatherings, they would unscrupulously discuss where to attack and how to achieve victory the fastest. I am not used to this.

Every war consumes countless resources. What we should discuss is how to maximize the use of resources. Caledor still has a lot of territory waiting to be developed, but they..."

Alvet lowered his head and apologized to the prince. He was just a servant of low status and should not have expressed such sensitive opinions.

"Yes, but there are always people who can't suppress their inner frenzy and think that all this is too fake... They are more adept at walking on the edge of a knife, not knowing whether tomorrow will bring them life or death."

With a sigh, which eventually turned into determination, Draconir stopped watching the Dragon Hall and walked quickly towards his throne.

What awaits him is carefully prepared bureaucracy at all levels. The past forms of restraint based on friendship and oaths gradually transform into order and law.

Under Draknir's rule, the power structure became more balanced. The originally vague concepts of court, nobility and government gradually became clearer, which gave society a good explanation and allowed more people to demonstrate their abilities.

But the price that comes with it is that the exercise of power requires greater caution. "Your Highness, you previously decided to build a dragon tamer library in each town-level gathering place, but due to the shortage of manpower and the insufficient supply of Naggaroth wood,..."

With the chattering ministers surrounding him, based on previous experience, Draconir would definitely stop and discuss a perfect solution to implement the democratic system of Ulthuan in the most amicable way.

But now Prince Caledor simply pushed the minister's shoulder and asked him not to block the road.

"The library must be built. If we are short of manpower, we can hire a group of workers in the market. We can ask the Northern Army if they have any extra strategic reserves."

"Does this seem too..."

Alvet stopped the chattering Minister of Education. Relying on his seniority and the attention of His Highness, this old man always made trouble in the court to expand his influence.

"Your Highness is busy with important matters. If you have any objection to this..."

"If he has any objections, let him talk to Agathal. Wind Howling City will definitely be willing to provide the funds."

The Minister of Education shuddered, and finally said with shaking shoulders that there was no problem. He would rather go to the Phoenix King's Court and make a scene than be in front of those conservative Dragon Princes.

The crowded situation disappeared as Draconian's temperament gradually regained the coldness that should have belonged to Caledor, leaving only a tightly closed meeting room and fierce insults coming from the gap between the doors.

"Edgar, I know you are living a comfortable life in Kalede, and your family members hold important positions in the royal court. The gold leaf coins that flow through your hands every year are enough to fill an entire dragon boat, but is this the reason for your refusal?!"

Agthel's angry roar caused a large amount of dust to fall from the palace ceiling, and the old standard-bearer's response was not to be outdone.

"I am old, Agathel, and I don't have many years left to live. My family and I have fulfilled our long-cherished wish to witness the return of the great era of Caledor... You are still young and want to show the power of Adonis, and I understand that.

But have you ever thought about how many lives would be lost in a large-scale expedition? In the Badlands, I saw with my own eyes thousands of children of Caledor forever leave their lives in a land that did not belong to them, in Nagarythe, they died for Imrik in Ulthuan, in Lustria..."

"The number of children who died in Howling Wind City is no less than that of Kaled, but when have we ever complained?! If you are old and afraid of sacrifice, then let your son sit in this position!"

"Calm down, you two... Draconir should be here soon."

Ronin's magical voice, which carried a stabilizing force, made the palace ceiling gradually stabilize, and also allowed Draknir to push open the star wood door of the conference room. Looking at the twelve senators sitting in an orderly manner on both sides of the conference table, his expression was calm, but he was still sighing in his heart.

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness."

After nodding and greeting everyone one by one, the prince sat in his seat. The evil staff he obtained when he killed Moras with his own hands stood on the wooden table against the wall, placed together with the head of Julian Poisonblade.

After pulling out a chair for His Highness, Alvet left the meeting room on his own accord. He had seen that this meeting would be very heated and that a fight would probably break out, with both sides trying to convince each other with force. (End of this chapter)