Istaroth, the Abyssal Demon Dragon, and the Arrival of Reinforcements

The Dragon's helpless roar left Richard somewhat taken aback.

But considering the Dragon's current treatment, it was only natural for it to be a little panicked.

After all, being overthrown by a slave, changing from a slave owner into a slave and then into an ingredient, was not easy to accept.

Still, understanding was one thing. Richard now needed to speak with a Demon Lord whose mind was sound.

"Dragon, quiet down."

Richard's voice was neither loud nor threatening. Yet the instant he finished speaking, the crimson Dragon stopped roaring.

In the Abyss, the Demon Dragon's wings, vast enough to blot out the sky, wrapped around him like a cocoon. Even after thousands of years, even after becoming a Dragon King, when he saw that black-robed figure, terror still flooded from his heart like a rising tide.

Wizard Dimension—the race that traded Dragons like livestock—had appeared again!

Wizard Dimension was like his nightmare, always appearing at the height of his pride and smashing everything he had into pieces.

That Wizard Dimension had killed his parents, turning him from the Dragon King's Son into livestock like cattle and sheep.

And now, would he once again be captured by those Wizards, raised like a pig alongside his kin, and ultimately tossed onto a kitchen counter to be prepared as food? Or tied to a dissecting table, turned into a specimen in a Wizard's jar or a skeleton hanging on a wall?

Fear climbed through the Demon Dragon's heart like creeping vines, binding him like chains.

He even felt as though he were suffocating.

"Dragon, I don't care what you did to that Abyss Lord. But since you replaced him, that means you have become a lord as well.

"So the following words can only be passed on by you."

Richard's voice rang