Hidden BOSS

"In short, forget about those boring matters for now. Let's focus on the problem at hand first."

Duanmu Huai did not even glance at Anisphia, who had fainted on the ground, and instead looked around.

"First..."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over everyone standing nearby. Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Okegis."

"Yes, Master."

Before the others could figure out what Duanmu Huai was talking about, they suddenly felt a chill at their necks. The next moment, the heads of everyone except Yargard, Anisphia, and Euphilia fell to the ground. They had not even realized what had happened—and now they no longer needed to.

Duanmu Huai snapped his fingers again. A mass of black flames erupted and instantly burned all their corpses to ashes. Then he turned to Yargard.

"Prince Yargard, stay here. Okegis will assist you in clearing out the enemies here. True Clever, go to the camp outside and gather all the survivors here. If they ask what happened, tell them that the Demon Race tampered with the ritual, and the Magical Elf has now become a pawn of the Demon Race..."

At this, Duanmu Huai looked back at Yargard.

"Prince, you understand too, right?"

"I understand."

Yargard nodded. Of course he knew why Duanmu Huai had done this. That way, the Magical Elf could be equated with the Demon Race, and all the blame could be placed on the Demon Race. After all, the truth was not important to the masses. Rather than let the people of the Paretia Kingdom learn that they had always been puppets of the Magical Elf, it was better to give them a reasonable explanation that they wanted to hear.

It was just making up lies. Who couldn't do that?

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