Twenty-five demons gathered.
They came to an abandoned building in the outskirts.
They merely looked at one another.
Each of them remained silent and indifferent.
Some had even put up their guard.
Then, the organizer stepped out.
He came to stand among them.
He smiled warmly at the crowd.
He did not look awkward in the slightest.
"First, I want to thank everyone for coming here despite your busy schedules."
"Fate brings people together from afar."
"I think everyone here has the same thoughts right now."
The others looked at him coldly.
A few even licked their lips.
As if they had spotted a piece of freshly steamed, fragrant dog meat.
"That is, eating people is wrong."
"There is no inherent distinction between demons and humans in this world."
"Everyone is human. It is just that some people have reverted to their ancestors and regained their ancestors' instinct to eat their own kind, making cannibalism their habit."
"But most people do not eat people."
Of course, most demons had not awakened.
They cleverly changed "awakening" into "ancestral reversion."
This sort of thing happened often.
If one term sounded bad, changing it to another made it possible to say it openly and honorably.
For example, feudal civil officials did not want the emperor to know what was happening outside, but sealing off the court from the outside world would not do.
So they said that the emperor ought to rule by doing nothing.
Yet if an emperor in feudal times truly did that, there would be only one outcome: the bureaucracy would rapidly collapse.
Because their relationship was an ecosystem of tigers, wolves, and sheep.
If tigers neither ate wolves nor kept watch over them, wolves would multiply endlessly and swiftly destroy the feudal ecosystem.
"Besides, most people never revert to