In the Demon King Palace, whose domed ceiling was carved with celestial patterns, Profane Lord Melo Gas gazed at the princess on the throne with a look of satisfaction.
Excellent.
Her Highness's reaction was exactly right.
Only a weak little girl like this could be firmly controlled by her.
Melo Gas stopped staring at Hughberlian and turned her gaze toward the area below the dais, making the other demons dare not continue watching her and the princess.
The Throne Hall grew even quieter.
After that, apart from the sound of the pendulum's gears turning, the two of them exchanged no further words.
The demons present were practically trying to read Profane Lord's expression.
The Ice Witch had just been about to say something, but Planai quickly stopped her with a look.
There were not only the four of them, the Great Demon Race, in the Throne Hall.
The four of them had most likely replaced the current Demon Realm princess's trusted aides. The other members of the Great Demon Race were probably more inclined toward neutrality or Profane Lord.
Without knowing the positions of the other members of the Great Demon Race, it was best not to provoke the terrifyingly powerful Profane Lord.
Observing the current situation in the Demon Realm clearly was the best choice.
A single mistake would cause Objective Three, which required everyone to survive, to fail.
On the other side of the seats below the dais.
Antanas sighed.
As someone familiar with Hughberlian, she could naturally tell that Hughberlian's acting had reached perfection. Whether her fear now or her tears earlier, both were more genuine than they could possibly be. Profane Lord was gradually lowering her guard toward Hughberlian.
Hughberlian had been a sentimental girl from the very beginning. After her father disappeared, she would shed