Everything had gone exactly as Iver had expected.
The ill effects the Demon Disaster brought to Styrbourn did not last long—the true disaster only lasted one night.
The Ouroboros Ring Ritual had been activated at sunset, and by the time the sun rose the next day, the demons had quietly withdrawn as one.
There were no demons to be seen on the streets. Under the orders of Fallen Angel, every demon was retreating.
As for those cannon-fodder Lower Demons, Fallen Angel casually found a dark place to house them.
The Greater Demons, meanwhile, had mostly moved into the royal palace and the nobles' residences.
As for the original owners of those residences, each had met a different fate.
Some nobles had reacted extremely quickly. They swiftly pledged allegiance to Fallen Angel and largely preserved their forces and wealth. The price was that their children, wives, parents, and servants would be randomly selected and turned into new demons.
If, under such oppression, they still failed to show hostility and hatred toward the demons, they would be accepted into the Demon Legion. Aside from the demons still occupying their houses, their power had actually increased—because they could now command the Lower Demons.
As for the nobles who had not surrendered at the first opportunity... they were captured immediately.
Some of them were indeed filled with hostility toward demons and could not accept bowing their heads to them. More often, however, these influential figures were simply accustomed to their power and status, and had failed to recognize their circumstances and value in time.
They had actually tried to bargain with the demons! They had even tried to threaten them!
How laughable.
It was like a person glaring angrily at a bullet fired from a gun barrel, trying to make it lose its nerve