"Shut up!"
Black coughed sharply. His already pale face turned deathly white, and he circulated his magic power to "force out" another mouthful of blood. His acting could have fooled a veteran performer.
He pointed at Kreis and Mort, his voice "weak" yet brimming with anger and hurt.
"I, Black, have never gone out of my way to provoke either of you! Why did you sneak up on me at night and try to kill me?! The Demon Race faces pressure from outside and needs to stand together, yet here you are, turning on your own! How can you face the Blood Demon Lord after all he's done for you? How can you face the glory of the Blood Demon Clan?!"
With accusations like those, coupled with his "grievous injuries" and righteous bearing, he immediately won the sympathy and support of many demons nearby.
Kreis and Mort had no answer. Their faces went white.
They wanted to defend themselves... but they had no leg to stand on.
Three Demon Kings were watching, too.
Andre looked ready to kill.
How could they not be nervous?
"Speak! Who put you up to this?!"
Black pressed his advantage, his voice cold as ice.
Mort's resolve was weaker. Crushed by the pressure and terrified of severe punishment now that the matter had blown up, he pointed at Kreis and shouted.
"It was him! Kreis was behind it! He said you stole his spotlight, and that Lady Estelle favored you... while ignoring him, all because of you! He was jealous and afraid you'd take the opportunity at Illusion Star Lake, so he wanted you dead!"
"That's a lie!"
Kreis was shocked and furious. He had never expected Mort to sell him out so quickly.
"A lie? Kreis, if you hadn't listened when Blood Blade Demon