In the Demon King Palace, whose dome was carved with celestial patterns, Hughberlian gazed at Fallen Kali Yella with a weak, pitiful, and innocent expression, waiting for the Ninth-Tier Great Demon Race to speak.
Kali Yella did not mind the princess's feigned ignorance.
All she had to do was make things clear in front of all the Great Demon Races—
"If this were normal circumstances, I wouldn't force you. But we may enter wartime at any moment, and the demon race may face a trial or catastrophe. The opening of the ancestral land needs a safeguard."
Fallen Kali Yella stared at Hughberlian as she spoke.
Her meaning was clear enough: the princess needed to continue the royal bloodline. Otherwise, if the princess were assassinated or died young, the ancestral land would close. If the Blood Race truly attacked then, the demon race would inevitably face a tremendous disadvantage.
Hughberlian froze.
She had not expected Kali Yella's goal to be this.
"Can you let me think about it for a while longer?"
Hughberlian asked.
"How long?"
Kali Yella asked.
"A month and a half."
Hughberlian tried to muddle through.
Once the forty-five-day limit in the Shadow World was up, she would flee back to the Real World. Everything after that would have nothing to do with her.
"No. The Blood Race has actually wanted to test us for a long time. They have proposed that you marry the Blood Race Marquis, using it as the condition for long-term peace between the Blood Race and the demon race. At most, we can delay our reply to the Blood Race for another month. Having you choose a husband before then is also a way of protecting you."
Kali Yella's faint smile gradually turned into a cold one as she spoke sternly.
If they