'Three Demon Lords!'
'At least three Demon Lords!'
And that didn't even account for Treyni or the enigmatic Damien they served!
The thought that the Eurazania might have provoked such a terrifying group due to their actions sent a chill through Albis's limbs.
Wait?
She was in her snake-woman form... no legs?
Never mind then.
"Don't worry, I don't have a habit of mistreating prisoners."
Damien said, "Next, I'll take you to my city."
"I won't restrict your freedom, because soon, you'll become part of the Monster Kingdom."
"What?"
Albis and Suphia exchanged puzzled glances.
"Sorry, but if you're asking us to betray Lord Carrion, we can't comply."
They didn't fear death. Between loyalty and life, the two women would unhesitatingly choose the former.
"I believe in your loyalty."
Damien smiled, turning his gaze toward the eastern forest. "But what if... I'm just saying... what if even Carrion submits to me? How would you two respond then?"
At that moment, faced with Damien's teasing smile, the two women looked at each other, an absurd thought sprouting in their minds.
He couldn't be serious, could he?
"Another newcomer?"
Meanwhile, in a grand hall, Damien's Demon Lord Seed subordinates turned their attention to the newly forged throne.
"What a powerful presence!"
"It's Miss Justeaze, isn't it? She's awakened too?"
"Way stronger than me."
"Oh my, is this what it feels like to drop a rank in the hierarchy?"
"…"
For a moment, the awakened subordinates shared their thoughts, congratulating Justeaze on joining the Demon Lord family.
"It's all thanks to Lord Damien."
Justeaze, never one for ostentation, said humbly, "With all of you around, a clerical worker like me hardly has a chance to shine."
"Haha, exactly!"
"Anyone who dares oppose Aniki, I'll blast them all away!"
"You idiot, can't you see she's being modest?"
"Ow, that hurts!"
Veldora clutched his head, wailing. "Why can you still hit me here, nee-sama? That's not fair!"
"Hahaha…"
Veldora's usual antics filled the Demon Lords' meeting hall with a cheerful atmosphere.
This place was a special platform Damien created using the Corridor of Souls for True Demon Lords to communicate.
Not just on the Central World... even across different universes, those in the Hall of Souls could interact without delay.
In a way, it was a unique Demon Lord chat group.
Now, they were welcoming the newcomer, Justeaze.
"Speaking of which, that presence from the forest earlier... was that your Starflame, Rimuru?"
"To provoke you to that extent," Diablo said, "those outsiders must have done something truly egregious."
"Yes."
"A bunch of disgusting scum."
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Diablo, I have a soul here. Could you take care of it for me?"
"Oh?"
Through the Corridor of Souls, Diablo received Rimuru's delivery.
With a casual glance, he understood the connection between Razen and Rimuru, as well as the foolish things he'd done in the great forest.
"Humans, as always, are so irredeemable."
Testarossa, seated on her throne, shifted her gaze from the soul in Diablo's hands.
"It's just the nobles and higher-ups like that. The common folk can still be saved."
Artoria offered her perspective, somewhat worried that Testarossa might take this as an excuse to go on a slaughtering spree in the West.
These chaotic evil Primordials were immensely powerful and highly motivated, but their personalities were far too brutal.
If possible, Artoria and Rimuru preferred not to involve them in the western campaign.
"Ever the cautious one, Miss Artoria."
Testarossa, unbothered by her wariness, casually materialized a glass of red wine and sipped it slowly.
"Chaos versus Order, huh?"
In reality, Frey withdrew her attention from the Hall of Souls.
The Sky Queen was clad in a black cloak, concealing her face and aura completely.
Her current location was none other than the capital of the Eurazania.
Frey had come for one purpose.
To negotiate with Carrion and convince him to bring the Eurazania's three million Lycanthrope under Damien's banner.
"Getting here quietly was no easy feat."
To avoid Milim's notice, Frey had left a clone in the Fulbrosia to entertain the child.
Meanwhile, she concealed her identity and slipped into the Eurazania.
"Being a Demon Lord and stooping to this level is a bit humiliating."
But to prevent Carrion, that reckless fool, from getting himself killed, Frey had to lower herself to this. "I hope you don't disappoint me and can help me establish a foothold in the Monster Kingdom."
"Frey?"
"Master."
Frey preferred calling Damien "Master" over other titles.
It fostered a sense of closeness, making Damien feel she was truly one of his own.
And, in truth, she was.
Unlike her initial aloof demeanor, after witnessing Damien's charisma, Frey had fully molded herself to him.
"Have you arrived?"
"I'm already in the Eurazania's capital."
"Please give your instructions."
"No need."
"Proceed as you see fit. I only care about the outcome."
"Understood."
Frey loved this kind of client... undemanding, giving her plenty of room to maneuver.
"Then…"
Ending her telepathic conversation with Damien, Frey removed her cloak, revealing her face. She then released a faint trace of True Demon Lord pressure toward a certain presence in the Eurazania's capital.
"!!!"
The next moment, Carrion, who was sweating it out in the training arena, froze mid-action.
"This presence…"
He turned, his gaze piercing through buildings and walls, landing on the figure standing at the edge of a cliff.
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