No matter what the little Black Dragon girl said or how she tried to explain it, the Angels were invading now. That was an undeniable fact!
"That's what puzzles me, too. Those people actually dared to invade this world on a massive scale. It's unbelievable!"
"Why aren't the people in the Demigod Realm doing anything about it?"
The little Black Dragon girl tilted her head, looking genuinely baffled.
"I heard their leader is an Archangel named Amils. Do you know him?" Diabolo asked evenly.
"What? Amils? How is that possible?"
"Even gods wouldn't dare do something like this lightly! He's only a World Lord. How could he?"
This time, the Black Dragon was truly shocked. Her eyes went wide, and she sprang up from the ground.
She knew Archangel Amils. In fact, she knew him very well. It was the kind of "friendship" forged through fighting.
Back then, the Black Dragon Princess had also been a powerful World Lord. Among those beneath the gods, she had plenty of admirers and suitors—and plenty of enemies, of course.
The Angels, who had always been at odds with the Black Dragons, had naturally become her favorite targets.
With her companions at her side, she had ganged up on Amils and the other Archangels more than once. She herself had given Amils a thorough beating, so the heavens could attest to their "friendship."
And yet...
Though she knew the Angels were invading this world, she had never expected her old rival Amils to be in charge. It was almost impossible to believe.
It was as if someone she had once looked down on had reappeared three thousand years later as the mastermind behind it all. The shock left the little Black Dragon girl struggling to take it in.
"You really didn't know?" Diabolo frowned