Ariel moved quickly. That very night, a grand banquet was held in her Demon Lord's castle.
Well, if this banquet had to be given a name, it would be something like "Grand Celebration of the Elf Clan Chief's Death and the Extermination of the Elf Race"...
A very Demon Lord-style dinner party.
Most of those attending the banquet were Ariel's subordinates. After all, this was a celebration of the Demon Lord finally avenging her great grievance, which was undoubtedly a happy occasion for Ariel. If other Demon Lords had been invited, it would inevitably have turned into a stage for scheming and intrigue. Just for today, Ariel did not want to deal with such troublesome affairs. She only wanted to celebrate properly.
Airi, meanwhile, had been invited to sit beside Ariel. To be honest, this arrangement left every demon present utterly shocked. They all knew Ariel's temperament; she was hardly a woman with a pleasant disposition. Yet now, this Demon Lord was sitting with a human and even seemed quite respectful toward her. Ariel's subordinates simply could not understand what was going on.
That was only natural. Ordinary people would never imagine that such a young girl could destroy the entire elf race all by herself. In fact, if she had not helped, Ariel's revenge plan would not have gone nearly so smoothly.
Having finally avenged herself, Ariel was also in high spirits. Perhaps she had bottled things up for too long, or perhaps she had drunk too much, but she grabbed Airi's hand and began rambling about the past. Of course, perhaps because she was a little drunk, Ariel spoke so incoherently that Airi could not quite make sense of it all. Still, she understood that Ariel deeply respected someone, and that person had been plotted to death by