"What bargain?! After imprisoning me for so many years, you think you have the right to bargain with me, you ass—"
"No bad words!"
Ian immediately snapped, cutting Azaroth off before he could finish his sentence. He raised a finger toward the enormous dragon, his expression unusually stern as he reminded him of the presence of the children.
"There are children here, so mind your language. If you can't speak properly, then keep your mouth shut."
Azaroth's eyelids twitched visibly.
"You..."
At that moment, the dragon genuinely felt an overwhelming urge to tear the accursed human apart, although the possibility of doing so was another matter entirely. He could tell that something about Ian was different from before.
The man seemed to have lost much of his former glory, and there was a noticeable difference in the aura he once possessed.
