Those who joined Lin Yan's ranks were accepted, but she didn't truly trust them.
While these individuals claimed to stand with her against the Holy See, their true intentions remained their own.
Lin Yan was unconcerned about the Holy See's deployment of troops. Even if they possessed hidden trump cards, she had her own secret capabilities.
The dragons had resided there for a considerable time, bringing back many magical beasts. Their meat was consumed, and their hides were preserved.
These hides were transformed into the raw material for scrolls, which were then distributed among the academy's inhabitants for practice.
Some students demonstrated a talent for scroll-making, crafting numerous low-level scrolls from these hides. These scrolls were subsequently distributed to the soldiers.
Lin Yan also produced some high-level scrolls during this period. By the time the dragons arrived, she had already prepared several large crates of them.
Morris was astonished by Lin Yan's speed.
"You seem to excel at everything," Morris complimented.
"Not entirely. I can't even take good care of myself," she replied.
"That's alright, I can take care of you," Morris said. Having lived alone on Dragon Island for years and subsequently wandering the continent, he was experienced in self-care.
Though his fiancée was somewhat delicate, he was confident in his ability to care for her.
"Then I'll trouble you!" Lin Yan smiled, handing Morris a scroll she had just finished creating.
"You don't just make Light scrolls, do you?" he asked, examining the wind-elemental scroll in his hand.
"Master one, master all," Lin Yan offered no further explanation of her abilities to Morris.
Her method of scroll creation deviated from conventional practices on the continent, drawing inspiration from talismans.
This method, developed after she amassed wealth, was perfected through extensive experimentation with numerous blank scrolls.
She had also shared this technique with the students, but they were unable to grasp it.
She was certain that even if she taught it to Morris, he would not be able to learn it.
"What are your plans for these scrolls?" Morris inquired, placing the scroll Lin Yan had given him into a nearby crate.
"We'll wait for the war to begin. Then, we'll use them to confront the Light Knights. Ordinary soldiers are not worth these. The low-level scrolls and our own soldiers will suffice."
The knights from the Holy See were the true threat, deserving of their full attention.
"The clan leader sent word that they will arrive in two days, even earlier than the Holy See's forces," Morris reported, returning to Lin Yan's side after storing the scroll crates.
"Then I have nothing to worry about," Lin Yan picked up her brush again. "I've already prepared their tents. Once the Holy See's forces arrive, we can deliver a heavy blow."
Dozens of young dragons arrived this time. By the time they landed at Lin Yan's encampment, her forces were ready to welcome them with a feast.
The presence of these dragons significantly boosted the morale of Lin Yan's soldiers, who were well aware of the dragons' power.
Regardless of anything else, their sheer size alone meant that a single sweep of their tail could decimate large numbers of enemies if they stood on the front lines.
Upon landing, these dragons transformed into handsome men and beautiful women. Lin Yan observed that there was indeed no ugliness among the dragon race.
Looking at these dragons, adorned in opulent attire and possessing striking good looks, it was clear that in the past, such individuals would have been beyond reach. However, their perspectives had now shifted.
Everyone present enjoyed the banquet immensely. Lin Yan's culinary troops were professionally trained and highly skilled.
Those who had joined Lin Yan's army to fight the Holy See stared in amazement as the dragons descended.
Now, witnessing these ordinary soldiers mingling and feasting with the dragons, they were even more bewildered.
They had joined the Roselord's army seeking revenge. Though they harbored slim hopes of achieving it, there was nowhere else to confront the Holy See directly.
With the arrival of so many dragons, they now saw a glimmer of hope.
"Flor, what do you make of the current situation?" the person questioning Flor was a mage whose wife and children had been branded heretics by the Holy See due to their mixed heritage.
What heresy? It was merely their lack of faith in the God of Light, and their failure to pay taxes to the Holy See.
His wife and children were dead, and he alone had narrowly escaped. From the moment of his escape, he vowed to make the Holy See pay.
Later, as his strength grew, he returned to exact vengeance, but the Holy See's power was too immense. He had nearly lost his life and managed to kill only a handful of minor figures.
"I think it's good that Viscount Angelina's strength is growing," he stated, looking at the strong and handsome dragons. He felt that this time, they might truly be able to topple the monolithic power of the Holy See.
"Yes, I hope the Lord's strength continues to grow as well," he said softly.
This place was truly wonderful. If only his wife and children were still here. Judging by these soldiers, they lived very well within the territory.
Their rosy complexions and robust physiques were evident, but their equipment and their demeanor towards others revealed their distinctiveness.
Truly, if his children were still alive, he would have sent them here. He gazed absently at the young faces, watching them converse easily with the dragons.