Jules said nothing, with Manling Kyle putting a hand on his back and shaking his head. “Still, Your Majesty,” the chief of staff said. “We don’t have the means to feed our own minion population, let alone so many dragons.”
“Minions, you fail to notice the perfectly good rations building my castle,” Sen said, eying the gnolls and the werewolves. Only the kobolds, he couldn’t bear to sacrifice and would have to hide from his kindred. “Also, that way, it means less mouths to feed.”
“I would rather not,” Manling Kyle said.
“Then summon fiends. They are plentiful if rancid and bitter.”
“At this rate, I think we will depopulate Hell faster than Heaven ever did. Your Majesty, we need more resources, more food, than we can provide right now. I’m using everything we have, even having Jules scou
