"Why are you here?"
At my question, Emelgias furrowed his brow, looking slightly offended.
"That's my line. What are you doing in a place like this? Did you get lost, little brother?"
He was trying to maintain his aloof demeanor, but I could hear genuine confusion in his voice.
Two other demon warriors dismounted from the remaining dragons behind Emelgias. Unlike Emelgias's flashy appearance, these two, a man and a woman with greenish hair, were equipped with high-quality enchanted chainmail and solid spears. They must be part of his retinue.
"Young Master, who are these people?" the woman asked.
"The smug-looking kid in the middle," Emelgias replied, his voice dripping with disdain, "is the 7th Demon Prince, Zilvagias, age five."
