We, the racial royalty's bodyguards, and soldiers were waiting at the entrance to the racial venue.
It was to open at the appointed time and we were to enter.
undefinedThere were only a few minutes left until the time of the meeting.
While I wait, I pout my lips under my "SSR, Mask of the Clown.
Nemmu cringes at my grumpy side, and Gold breaks off, 'I can understand the Lord's grumpiness, so we'll just have to leave it at that for now.
I'm not grumpy because I want to annoy Nemum and the others. ......
(I didn't expect Diablo to return to Majin Nation at this last minute,......)
The day before yesterday, when I confirmed Diablo with "SSR Clairvoyant", he packed his bags and quickly returned to Majinokuni.
I was surprised at the suddenness of the situation and asked Nemmu to find out more information.
According to the information Nemmu had gathered by this morning, a problem had occurred in Diablo's territory. It was an emergency situation that only he, the head of the Diablo, could solve, so he was going back to Japan.
The other young elites were happy that he had lost his point against Diablo, who had returned to his own country even though it was an emergency situation in his own territory before the important Duchy Council.
Diablo was now one step behind on the elite track.
(Originally, they were going to use Ellie ...... "The Witch of the Giant Tower" to make Diablo fail, etc.) As it turned out, he made the blunder himself. ...... I would have made it myself if I could have. I wish I could have made it myself.)
Oddly enough, I was right on target, and I damaged Diablo's reputation - but I'm not quite sure what to make of it.
I was in a perpetual mood because I couldn't make Diablo suffer with my own hands.
I'm sure you can understand my sentiments.
--I'm not going to stay in a bad mood forever, though.
Lilith, Yume (fake), and the soldiers are glancing at me, as if my moody aura is leaking out to the people around me even through my mask.
We have an important meeting coming up.
I should make sure I'm in the right frame of mind.
(I wanted to make Diablo suffer with my own hands, but let's think more positively. We have a meeting from now on. (I wanted to torment Diablo with my own hands, but let's think more positively.)
With these thoughts in mind, I breathe lightly under my mask and switch my mind.
Perhaps he could tell that I had come to a decision, because Nemmu's face relaxed into a blatant 'relieved' expression, and Gold nodded repeatedly, as if satisfied.
Lilith, Yume (fake), and the soldiers also seemed to sense the change in my mood, and they all regained their composure.
It is almost time for the doors to open.
It's ...... time."
The racial king announces shortly.
The King's words are the signal for the soldiers to open the door.
The various species indicate, and the doors open in unison, and the representatives stand.
The representatives of the various groups step into each other's steps and enter the central hall.
The meeting is held by one representative at a time, but other officials and guards follow to greet the participants before they enter.
The Majinkoku side, which took the lead this time, was led by a man in his late 170cm height, with long fangs, making his entrance.
He was dressed in a luxurious nobleman's uniform that was slightly open at the chest, and from the way he walked with an unshakeable gait, it was clear that he was a man well-trained in combat.
According to Lilith, he is the first prince of the Majin Nation, Volos.
The king of the Majin Kingdom is lying on his bed due to illness, but he has not yet nominated his successor.
However, it is almost certain that it will be Volos, and he himself is acting as the next King of the Majin Nation. His participation in the Six Principality Conference may also be a foil for him.
Behind him are young elites, bodyguards, diplomats, and others.
The representative of the Allied Beast Nation is a bear beast race that is lightly two meters tall. Not only is he tall, but he is also large horizontally. The smoking pipe in his mouth is removed from his mouth as soon as he enters the quarry, and he deposits it to his subordinate behind him.
Although physically intimidating, it was not a violent thing, but a solid, deep, and heavy presence.
In the case of the Beastmen Confederacy, the five tribes discuss and decide who will participate in the conference, but the chiefs of three tribes were killed because of the "Beastmen Massacre," which also triggered the holding of this conference.
The three tribes whose chiefs had died hastily elected new chiefs, but they were young and inexperienced. They could not elect them as their representatives.
Therefore, it was immediately decided that this bear beast race - Ozo - would be the representative to go to the meeting.
Many of the subordinates and guards who followed him were also from Ozo's tribe.
It is clear that the effects of the "Beast Race Massacre" are still continuing.
The Dwarf species is Dagan, whom I met three days ago.
Dagan notices us entering the venue as Lilith's escort.
He turns his annoyed face upside down. He smiles at us, but quickly realizes that it's a bad idea and tightens up.
Some of the other species with good instincts looked at us suspiciously, but we maintained an attitude of ignorance because reacting badly would have deepened their suspicions even more.
The only representatives of the dragon race this time were diplomats, not members of the emperor's blood family, the country's top leaders.
The Six Principality Conference was held at short notice at the behest of the demon race.
On the surface, it was stated that since the meeting was held on an emergency basis, it would be difficult for a member of the blood race to be the representative, but in reality, it was a demonstration of pride, as if to say, "Why should the dragon race act on the call of the demon race, which is inferior to us?
Naturally, the demon race is aware of this and does not look good.
Finally, there are the elven species.
Queen Leaf VII enters with a dark atmosphere like a sinner.
Her beautiful face is so skinny as if she had been on an impossible diet, and there is no shadow of her former self. Behind her is a man with a hood over his head, followed by an elf maid and guards, but their atmosphere is also unusually dark.
Only the elves were dark enough to convince anyone that they had come to a funeral.
Volos, the first prince of the Magician Kingdom, is suspicious of the darkness of the elven species, but he greets them first.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for answering our call. Let's talk about the 'Witch of the Giant Tower' who has suddenly appeared like a plague!
Volos sounded lively, as if he were the lead actor on stage announcing the beginning of the show.
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