Help?
"No."
Bamas refused flatly.
Even if he died of thirst, starved to death, or was beaten to death by the Kistherians, Bamas would never accept help from someone who broke his word.
"Besides, hadn't you already left?" Bamas asked, glancing at him.
He had watched James David teleport back to the Main Plane with his own eyes.
Bamas might have been immune to magic, but he was still a Dragon. He knew what he had seen.
"Disguise and Illusion are my specialties."
James David left it at that. He feared any further explanation would wound the Dragon's pride.
After all, fooling a Dragon's eyes—even a Black Dragon's—was so easy it took almost no effort.
"I asked why you came back." Bamas glared at him, looking as though he would not let James David leave without an answer.
Hmph. Disguise and Illusion? You obviously teleported to the Main Plane, then sneaked back. Did you think I wouldn't know?
No one can fool my eyes. Not even a demigod who specializes in disguises and illusions.
Could he be any more of a Black Dragon? Scheming, shameless, arrogant, and quick to anger. He'd rather die than admit his eyes had fooled him. James David could only say, "All right, all right. His Highness asked me to help you, so I came back after leaving."
"After all, these aren't the only Kistherians. Their true ruler is the Kisthrean Empress."
The Kistherians worshiped no gods. The object of their faith was the Kisthrean Empress.
To them, the Kisthrean Empress was a supreme god.
The Kisthrean Empress? Her fearsome reputation rivals that of a Demon Lord of the Bottomless Abyss... Bamas thought gloomily.
A fearsome reputation did not always match actual strength. Many humans on the Main Plane, for instance, held Demon Lords in the