Hadjar didn’t relish the fact that he’d beaten Helmer at his own game. The demon was clearly not at his best, his mind preoccupied with other matters. The General understood only too well that his own blunt approach couldn’t normally compete with Helmer’s eloquent verbal maneuvers.
“Only an i***t would not understand that I have declared a war of annihilation.”
“Thank you for repeating my words, Hadji.”
“And that’s why,” the General continued, “only an i***t would offer us nectar, cherries, or anything else, because-”
“Because they would understand it’s useless,” the demon interjected. “Which means...”
“Which means they were just stalling for time,” Hadjar concluded. “And while we were having a pleasant conversation with these honorable people, somewhere in our camp, the scouts of the
