He knew Youyou was nearby.
'Is there even a need to ask, Lord Demon King? You're surrounded by demons marked by the Demon God, and even you have been marked... Of course, your composition is much more complex than theirs.' Youyou said with a bittersweet smile in a low voice.
Luo Yan: '...'
Alright.
It seems I indeed asked an unnecessary question.
A flicker of color passed through those burning, erald-green eyes, as if surprised by Luo Yan's calm reaction, yet also as if scrutinizing sothing.
The gaze of the lich montarily locked with his before Goliath slowly averted his eyes, gliding ghost-like to the seat belonging to the Cabinet Minister.
Feistin glanced at Luo Yan once more, his eyes carrying a hint of concern from an elder to a junior.
Luo Yan nodded to indicate he was fine, then in Feistin's unexpected gaze, he calmly collected himself and quietly awaited the start of the eting.
Following Goliath, Caesar Colin, the military minister of Hell and the ruler of the Blood Duchy, entered the room.
As Hell's "Iron-blooded Prince," he was not only the true "Prince Colin" but also the backbone of Hell's War Departnt and a legend in the eyes of many young soldiers.
His stance was sharp as a spear, his features handso and composed. Despite the ravages of ti etched on his face, they had not eroded the sharpness and intensity in his eyes.
Luo Yan had once seen him at the Demon King Academy's graduation ceremony, when Caesar stood with Principal Ai Wen, and they even exchanged a brief glance.
Although the two had little interaction since then, they often communicated across distances due to the Magic Crystal Tank project.
While Luo Yan was pondering, their eyes t again unconsciously. To his surprise, he read a faint hint of approval—or perhaps an appreciative smile—from Caesar's gaze.
Before Luo Yan could savor the deeper aning behind it, Caesar Colin already looked away and decisively walked across the eting table, seating himself in the chair designated for the Military Minister.
Unlike Goliath's eerie and decaying presence.
His arrival made the air in the conference hall considerably hotter…
Soon after Caesar Colin sat down, the third to arrive was Karamos lusine, the intelligence minister of Hell.
He was a gentleman, handso in appearance and elegant in deanor, although at first glance, Luo Yan almost mistook him for a lady.
He was dressed in a neatly tailored suit, his long hair cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders, with fair skin like polished marble, and a barely-there smile on his lips.
Every detail about him was so exquisite that it could evoke jealousy in won…and n alike.
Undoubtedly—
His race was Enchanting Demon.
Luo Yan found his eyes and eyebrows oddly familiar, as if he had seen him sowhere before.
Unlike the previous two ministers locking horns, this intelligence minister seed like he was just passing through, casually strolling to his seat, crossing one leg over the other, as if he didn't plan to speak in the upcoming eting.
But perhaps it was rely a strategy to lower the vigilance of opponents.
Noticing Luo Yan's stare, Karamos suddenly smiled and waved lightly at him.
Luo Yan instinctively shifted his gaze away, then began to inexplicably feel awkward and regretful—
What the heck am I avoiding for?!
Floating next to him, Youyou giggled endlessly, rolling on the table, though unfortunately, no one could see its embarrassing state.
Seeing soone's instinctive "shy" reaction, Karamos pursed his lips in a smile, though his eyes glead with a gaze unfathomable.
The next to arrive after him was Asmon Ankein, the Governor of the Demon City, the Chief Minister of Hell, and the nominal leader of the Cabinet.
His titles couldn't be covered on a single page of paper; if Goliath represented the Demon God's will, then he represented Hell's will.
However, the will of Hell seed insignificant before the Demon God, to the extent that the presence of this Chief Minister felt even weaker than that of the intelligence minister.
This perhaps had sothing to do with his race being Shadow Demon.
Whether it was overthinking or not, Luo Yan noticed that upon entry, Asmon also stared at him for a while before shifting his gaze.
Realizing this, Luo Yan couldn't help but be bewildered.
All four ministers had paid attention to him.
Soone unaware might think he was the Demon God…
Hopefully, he was just being sensitive.
With all attendees present, the Minister of Internal Affairs approached Ankein Asmon's seat, leaned over, and whispered a few words.
The expression of the demigod-level Shadow Demon didn't change throughout, only nodding slightly at the end.
"Begin."
The Minister of Internal Affairs straightened his serious expression, returned to his position, and then addressed the entire room in a solemn voice.
"The Chief Minister has authorized the start of the agenda, the eting is officially in session."
"Thank you all for taking the ti amidst your busy schedules to attend this eting. I believe you have all familiarized yourself with today's topics from the briefing in your hands, so I will not elaborate further…"
The eting's agenda was extensive, including discussions about the subspace storm over the Vast Ocean, the reverberations shaking the Demon City, and whether Hell's enemies suffered greater losses in this storm, among other things.
However, the most central topic was only one—
That being Hell's strategic direction concerning the Gana Continent.
Whether to win over with gentle persuasion or continue the warfare from a thousand years ago.
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