The atmosphere inside the Audience Hall instantly became tense, as if swords were drawn and bows were cocked.
The maids’ gazes were fixed on the group from the Blood Race, their eyes filled with hostility. The members of the Blood Race returned the look with scornful glares, as if they didn’t even acknowledge the maids’ existence.
Among them, the standoff between Bululu and Egrette was a powder keg waiting for a spark, as if they were about to go to war at any second.
“You dare be rude to Master Ai Yue? Are you prepared to suffer the consequences?”
“Oh?”
Hearing Bululu’s words, Egrette clearly showed a different expression, her entire body radiating killing intent.
“Consequences? Do you think you’re worthy of making me pay a price?”
The killing intent emitted by the two caused the very air to vibrate, even causing the surrounding space to distort.
The weaker knights couldn’t even withstand the aura by simply being near the collision; many collapsed on the spot. Even the Maid Guards and Vampire Servants felt a faint urge to retreat.
Watching this scene, Ai Yue was nearly reaching her limit.
It was one thing for these two to dislike each other, but they should at least pay attention to the occasion! She was still right here!
She was just a little Succubus, yet she was currently caught in the crossfire of this clashing killing intent. She was quite impressed with herself for not foaming at the mouth on the spot.
By the way, wasn’t Bululu an 8-year-old goblin? How did she have the means to stand up to Egrette, the First Demon King?
No, that wasn’t the point right now. If this continued, she was afraid she would just evaporate.
“Enough.”
Ai Yue mustered her courage, adopting a dignified yet slightly angry tone.
“Where do you think you are?”
As she spoke these words, Pressure erupted from Ai Yue’s body once more, silencing the two who were on the verge of fighting.
Even though only about 30 seconds had passed, to the people in the Audience Hall, it felt as long as six months. No one dared to make even a single sound, as if their very hearts had stopped beating.
Everyone was afraid to look Ai Yue in the eye; they could only bow their heads and silently accept her punishment.
Great Demon King Ai Yue was famous for her immense power and for showing no mercy to those who defied her. Right now, they were the latter, and what awaited them would likely be an extremely cruel execution.
However, bathing in the Great Demon King’s Pressure while being forced to anticipate their impending fate and endure intense fear—this was far more terrifying and horrifying than being sentenced to immediate, brutal torture!
Panic? Sorry, there was someone even more panicked here.
Ai Yue had waited for 30 seconds, but why was no one responding to her?
Normally, when she asked “where do you think you are,” someone should have thought, ‘This is the presence of the Great Demon King, where insolence and fighting are not permitted!’
She thought that if she waited a bit longer, someone would pick up the cue, but 30 seconds passed and still nothing.
What should she do? Was she supposed to keep waiting? Or would it be better if she broke the silence herself?
But she felt that if she took the initiative, it would seem a bit too staged.
Then again, she was just pretending to be strong; did these people really have to be this scared? Had Great Demon King Ai Yue’s reputation become a psychological trauma for the entire Demon Race?
As Ai Yue thought this, she hadn’t realized—or rather, she had forgotten—a setting: low-level characters’ attacks and effects on high-level ones are reduced based on the Level Difference. Conversely, high levels possessed a natural suppressive force against low levels. One manifestation of this was their innate Pressure, which was one of the reasons Ai Yue had been able to make other demons collapse with just a glance before.
However, her remembering this simple, often-forgotten setting was a matter for the future.
Bang!
Just then, the doors to the Audience Hall were slammed open. A little girl dressed in rather improper clothing stood at the doorway with her hands on her hips.
“Hey! I’ve come to play with you all!”
A very innocent and romantic voice came from the little girl’s mouth, sounding like a child who had run to a friend’s house for a playdate.
However, the terrifying Magic Power swirling around her shattered that beautiful illusion.
In terms of sheer oppressiveness, she was on par with Egrette.
“Kurimu… is it?”
Looking at the little girl with platinum-blonde pigtails, purple eyes, and a height about the same as Bululu’s—not counting the horns on her head—Ai Yue felt like she was looking at a savior.
Come to think of it, including the Demon Kings currently present and herself, three of them already had white-toned hair. Adding Bululu, that made four. The concentration of white hair was far too high.
“What’s wrong? Why are there so many people here?”
Kurimu’s curious gaze swept across the entire Audience Hall. Then, she picked up a sword that had fallen on the floor and poked a fainted knight with it. The tail extending from beneath her skirt wagged like a dog’s, as if she were completely unable to read the room.
And that was the reality. Kurimu Koresutan’s identity was the Second Demon King of the Demon Race—the little girl who had recently inherited the position of Demon King at a young age.
Don’t let her appearance as a little girl fool you; as a member of the Devil Race, her strength was absolutely not to be underestimated. Otherwise, did they think the title “Demon King in charge of war” was a joke?
It was estimated that if she were given some time to grow, she might even be able to defeat Egrette, the First Demon King.
As for Ai Yue… don’t even ask that question.
“Kurimu…”
Because Kurimu had suddenly appeared, the original murderous atmosphere in the Audience Hall was broken, and everyone’s tense emotions gradually relaxed.
Egrette and Kurimu were colleagues, so she knew her fairly well.
It was precisely because she knew her that she felt displeased; after all, she had just been bailed out of a situation by a child.
As a proud member of the Blood Race, she didn’t accept it, she absolutely didn’t accept it… but not accepting it was useless. If she got into an argument with a child, it would only lower her own status.
Sigh, kids.
Fine, she wouldn’t pursue the matter for now.
“…Hey, kid, don’t butt into adult business.”
Suddenly, one of the members of the Blood Race pointed at Kurimu, who was playing with a great sword nearly as tall as herself, and spoke.
The event happened so suddenly that for a moment, no one could even react.
I mean, no matter how much she looked like a child, she was still a Demon King! How did you have the guts?
Before anyone else could speak to stop him, that member of the Blood Race continued:
“She’s just a brat. She should stay home and sleep like a good girl, instead of coming here to get in our way.”
These remarks were practically dancing in a minefield, especially since the Second Demon King Kurimu valued strength and was, indeed, still a child.
Sure enough, after realizing the mockery in the man’s words, Kurimu’s originally happy face instantly collapsed.