"Stop embarrassing yourself and get up. Is this really necessary? So your 'sisters' beat you up a few times?"
"I got beaten up by Morax before. Did I say anything?"
Azhdaha kicked at Veldora, who lay sprawled on the ground in black and white, and spoke to him with a face full of disdain.
"Hehe... You don't understand! You don't understand how terrifying those two demons are!"
Veldora, whose heart was already dead, could not be bothered with the ignorant Azhdaha. He shifted into another position and continued playing dead.
His fear of Velgrend and Velzard had long been etched into Veldora's DNA.
Even though his strength had improved by now.
"Damn it, how did I never realize you were such a loser before?!"
Seeing Veldora's lifeless appearance, the disgust in Azhdaha's words was practically overflowing.
His face was full of frustration at Veldora's failure to live up to expectations.
"Fine, I don't understand. But you're not the same as before now, are you?!"
"You inherited Morax's martial arts, obtained an Ultimate Skill, and even possess the world's greatest amount of magicules. Are you really still no match for your second sister?!"
Azhdaha truly could not understand it. Veldora was clearly no weaker than Velgrend, the Burning Dragon—he was even somewhat stronger—so why was he so afraid!?
"This isn't about strength. Anyway... you wouldn't understand!"
Of course Veldora knew that, while he might still not be a match for that freak known as his eldest sister, he should not be much weaker than his second sister.
But... fear was fear!
Whenever he saw his second sister, he could not help stammering! He could barely even speak.
"Then let's talk reality. Your second sister has already been completely sealed away by Little Sister Rimuru. She can't hit you, so what are