"Your Majesty, is this really okay?" the golden Dragonborn Maid asked with a face full of worry.
"It's fine." Playing with a small, delicate battleship model in his hands, Muria looked towards the light screen in front of him, displaying the knowledge of battleship manufacturing.
Among the many light screens containing vital knowledge that could impact the progress and morale of a civilization, there was one particularly discordant screen, showing the scene of Dragon Clan Academy students who had joined the Mourner Society involved in their collective club activities.
Curse Muria! Curse the founder of Erathia World's first Dragon Clan Academy! Curse the originator of the Dragon Clan Academy's stringent education system! Curse the being who made thousands of young dragons live a life worse than death, unable to merely scrape by with ease!