Æmire looked at Lyarea. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you understand... We Izzeterines aren't as violent as the majority of humans... we have always been peaceful... our only war until recently was with the Archdragon you call Ubel. We have been having conflicts with humans lately because originally we embraced them, but they slowly pushed nature aside for they have become so absorbed in their own creations that they no longer appreciate nature, hell... they even made an artificial form of Magick that they call alchemy. When we tried to bring them back to the natural side they rebutted with violence and now my race faces extinction... The Mage King you all saw in the play, That was The First Izzeterine to learn how to harness Mana which comes from nature and used it for good, but the warrior was a human hence why he wanted the throne... The Mage King was probably killed off who knows... Which brings to me a final question for the pope that i hope he also answers with the rest..." He finally ended his speech then looked at the pope. "I would also like to take the place of my brethren and hope that we can sustain some peace between our races, we need all the peace we can get before The Archdragon awakens in case something happens to the muse... herhm i mean now Elizabeth..." Æmire asked the pope finally calming down.