If the Demon King's corpse could not be recovered as soon as possible, then the next time they saw it, it might be surrounded by large numbers of Demon Race species that should have been completely extinct.
There were countless types of demons, and the stronger they were, the more troublesome they were not necessarily.
Some demons with special bloodlines possessed unimaginable powers.
Humanity had paid an extremely heavy price to deal with those demons.
No one wanted to face them again.
For this reason, convening the Holy Tribunal Conference was imperative.
The so-called Holy Tribunal Conference was somewhat different from the more well-known Holy Church assemblies, such as the Heresy Inquisition Conference and the Holy War Guidance Council.
It was a more secretive and more stringent conference.
After discovering that the Demon King had escaped, the Pope had convened a Holy Tribunal Conference once before.
Unexpectedly, before one wave had settled, another had risen. In just a few short months, he was forced to convene a second Holy Tribunal Conference.
The Pope viciously crushed the wineglass in his hand.
Dark and the others, who did not yet fully understand the gravity of the situation, eagerly discussed it after discovering that the Demon King's corpse had been stolen.
As the crowd downstairs was too packed, the three professors had not yet left the teahouse.
Together with Eileen, they set up a small barrier against eavesdropping and each voiced their opinions on the matter.
The discussion mainly revolved around one question: "Who did it?"
"So Professor Didi didn't do it this time?"
Dark was extremely surprised. He had assumed that, apart from Pixies and cats, no living creature in this world would be so suicidal.
"No, no." Lily shook her head like a rattle drum.
Dark could not help