Still... thinking of Brother Azhdaha, who had left even before Milim, Rimuru muttered worriedly under his breath.
"Brother Azhdaha... surely he won't... do anything bad, right!? Right!?"
Rimuru thought anxiously.
At that moment, Brother Azhdaha stood outside the ruins, looking up at the decaying giant dragon in the sky, which exuded endless auras of "death" and "calamity." His eyes brimmed with fighting spirit and fervor.
"At last, I can go all out for once!"
Brother Azhdaha looked at the Chaos Dragon in the sky and muttered softly.
"Roar-----------------"
The moment the decayed dragon representing "ill omen" and "calamity," soaring through the sky, saw Brother Azhdaha, it let out waves of dragon roars.
Yet its roar possessed neither the majesty nor the sanctity unique to dragonkind. Instead, it was filled with endless hoarseness and malice.
"What are you in such a hurry for? This King will send you to the underworld right now, so you can receive that so-called rest!"
After hearing that deafening, "disgusting" dragon roar, Brother Azhdaha impatiently picked at his headphones before taking up an attacking stance.
Just as Brother Azhdaha was about to show off his skills and use this "decayed," ominous dragon as the first stepping stone after his awakening, an extremely anxious voice suddenly rang out across the battlefield.
"W-wait, don't attack!"
The voice contained unconcealed urgency, even carrying a trace of pleading.
A petite, stunning girl with cherry-pink twin tails appeared before Brother Azhdaha.
That was right! It was our Dragon Princess, Milim—the little master of this dragon.
Seeing Milim standing before him, Brother Azhdaha could not help but furrow his brow, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.
"Little sister Milim, what are you doing!"
Though he had long known that Milim was one of the world's three most ancient Demon Lords