In this conference room, most people were focused on only two things:
The series of mysteries surrounding the Demon Hunters, and what would become of the supernatural races in the future.
Now that Hao Ren had answered the first question clearly, it was naturally time to discuss the direction of the second.
While the various families still had no idea what had happened within the Demon Hunters, they had not known what to do next. Unsure whether their natural enemy had truly vanished, they had split into several factions: the radicals in the plaza, the conservatives in the Great Hall, the investigators scouting the situation outside the sanctuary, the tea-drinking faction mooching tea in the corner of the room, and the ****-stirring faction represented by Hesperis. Now that the fog surrounding the Demon Hunters had finally been lifted, many of the arguments among these factions had lost their foundation, and everyone could finally consider their future with a clearer mind.
"The Demon Hunters haven't disappeared. They're still here." Jean Lucas was the first to point out this crucial factor. "Although the hunt has ended, they're still here—that's the biggest problem. Your Ladyship the Countess, you're now the... um, leader of the Demon Hunters. How do you think they'll act from now on?"
By the time Jean Lucas reached the final sentence, his expression had twisted so badly that he barely looked human anymore. The old Vampire, who had always upheld aristocratic restraint and elegant speech, could hardly maintain his composure. He had never encountered anything so damn awkward in his life: he recognized every word he had said, but put together, they sounded absolutely insane...
"Honorary leader, honorary leader," Vivian waved her hands. "And legally speaking, I'm not even ranked higher than the husky next to me. Besides, you all