"I need to find some time to properly warn those fellows harboring little schemes of their own."
During this period, Feldway had vaguely sensed that some people were entertaining unpleasant thoughts.
To ensure their grand plan would not be affected, he needed to deal with them properly.
After saying that, Feldway transformed directly into a dark purple phantom and vanished from where he stood.
Michael paid no attention to Feldway's departure. Instead, he stared intently at the dark clouds outside the window that obscured the sun.
"Why do I keep having such a bad feeling?"
Michael faintly sensed a feeling of unease.
"Lord Veldanava, please bless our plan with success!"
Michael prayed softly.
A moment later, Michael swept away every trace of sorrow from his face. His enormous body once again erupted with an indescribable pressure.
Without the slightest hesitation, Michael headed toward the palace deep within.
He had neither the time nor the right to mourn now.
He had to bring that lord back.
For that, he could pay any price.
Even if, after that lord returned, he blamed Michael or killed him.
He would still accept it without hesitation.
Because as long as that lord returned, he would have no regrets in this life.
Meanwhile.
The meeting had ended, and Zalario and the others departed.
With the meeting over, everyone other than Michael and Feldway left the conference hall.
Zalario walked at the very front.
Obera and Krin followed close behind, while Garasha and Pico walked behind the three of them.
As for their collaborator, the Insect Demon Lord Zelanus, he stood alone some distance away, isolated from the five.
It could not be helped! Although the Insect Demon Lord Zelanus and the Insect Race were now their collaborators—
Neither Zalario, Obera, nor Krin had even the slightest