The helpless dragon's roar left Richard somewhat stunned.
But considering the dragon's current situation, it's only natural for this dragon to be a bit frightened.
After all, being overthrown by slaves, going from master to slave, and then becoming food, isn't an easy reality to accept.
However, understanding is one thing, Richard needed to communicate with a sane Demon Lord right now.
"Dragon, be quiet."
Richard's voice wasn't loud or threatening. But the moment he finished speaking, the blood-colored dragon instantly 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, and even though he had become a Dragon King, the sight of that black-robed figure still filled him with an overwhelming fear, like a tide rising from his heart.
Wizards, the race that traded dragons like livestock, now appeared again!
