"Ms. Harley, this phantom image called the Mechanical Demon King is your summon, isn't he?"
The senior official frowned deeply at the Mechanical Demon King's words. He asked tentatively, "Do you want to become the Gathering Place's new commander?"
The official felt a headache coming on. If Harley Quinn really had that intention, getting her to acknowledge his authority would be difficult.
Of course, Harley Quinn could never become commander, because the senior officials would never accept her. No matter how powerful she was, she was merely a tool. She had no administrative skills, no prestige, and was downright unhinged. How could the senior officials possibly acknowledge her?
"If I said I didn't, would you believe me? Mechanical Demon King, please don't joke like that. I can't be commander."
Harley smiled bitterly. The Mechanical Demon King said, "Whether you can or not isn't for you to decide. It's for me to decide. You must take this position."
Before Harley could answer, the senior official shouted indignantly, "Sir, I don't know exactly what kind of being you are, but deciding who rules the Gathering Place is not up to you.
"According to our agreement, the commander is to be chosen by everyone together. No one has the right to make that decision unilaterally."
The ability users nodded in agreement. They were quite receptive to that sort of rhetoric. The Mechanical Demon King sneered. "You make it sound so convincing. Was the previous commander elected?
"Forget it. If you want an election, have one. The Monster Legion will definitely attack again, and without Harley, the Gathering Place will surely be destroyed.
"You have one day. If you don't elect Harley Quinn as the new commander within that time, Harley Quinn will not help you fend off the monsters."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.