Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1077 - 772: Lanci Has Spoiled the Great Demon Clan_2

"Should we have our infiltrators in the Holy Polante Theocracy try to extend an invitation to the Pope?"

The spy asked Blasphemous Lord Melogas.

The Pope, though now quite ruthless, generally still remembered old acquaintances and was unlikely personally to harm messengers from the Demon Race.

"Let’s give it a try; the worst we could lose is one connection."

Blasphemous Lord Melogas said nonchalantly.

After the war, the Pope seemed to have lost all emotion and had grown cold and indifferent toward everything, his approach and attitude toward issues much more like those of an absolutely calm deity than a human.

Even though the princess was in the Demon World, the Pope never considered contacting them again, especially not at this sensitive time.

The Pope no longer wanted the princess.

Blasphemous Lord Melogas was now just waiting for the Pope to die so that she could completely take possession of the princess.

"Your subordinate understands."

The spy responded respectfully.

Melogas waved her hand impatiently, as if swatting away a fly.

The spy quickly drifted away like a wisp of blue smoke, disappearing into the darkness at the end of the great hall.

In the vast hall, silence settled once again.

Only the rustling sound of pen against paper echoed above in the hall.

Melogas was reviewing documents expressionlessly; the recent episode was just an insignificant ripple to her.

Yet her overly tense fingertips and tightly clenched jaw betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

The princess’s reckless escape was clearly a direct challenge to her authority and capability.

"Princess..."

She whispered the name with a seductive Demon Sound, like the murmur of a lover, yet filled with endless danger and malice.

Melogas stopped writing, her gray-purple lips curving up over time into a twisted smile.

"Although letting you go out to relieve your heart isn’t an issue, you are still Her Highness, and you can’t always act so freely. Once I bring you back, I shall have to punish you properly..."

Blasphemous Lord Melogas caressed her flushed cheeks with her hands, her eyes gazing out the window, filled with love.

Just the thought of the princess’s fearful and desperate expression when being captured made Melogas feel something inside her ready to burst.

...

Elsewhere in the Demon King Castle Necaris.

A magnificent mansion stood quietly in a courtyard where wisteria bloomed.

This was one of the residences of an aristocratic family of the Demon World.

In the mansion’s drawing room, the elegant natural wood furniture complemented the handmade wool carpets spread over the floor of Tianlang Stone from the Demon World.

"No need to worry, Artemis. Huebelle took the scroll you provided, and with our intelligence and planned route, her journey will be very safe."

Pranay sat on the left side of the sofa, dressed in a neatly tailored black suit vest with a pure white shirt underneath, his silver-gray bow tie shimmering with a soft glow.

He clasped his hands together, his demeanor restrained and steady, clearly a gentleman of the old school.

Actually, by all accounts, the scroll Artemis had made overnight was not needed, since Huebelle’s Innate Magic of Concealment was already quite developed. Even an Eighth-order Magic user trying their hardest could not detect her.

"Indeed, every time Huebelle and I play hide and seek in the Duke’s Mansion basement, I can never catch her."

Sinola sat on the long sofa to Pranay’s right, dressed today in a deep purple gown. Her beautiful and dignified face, her graceful figure, she calmly held a teacup with her eyes closed.

They all should have left with Huebelle.

But Pranay suddenly mentioned he had a plan.

So the four of them stayed.

"Actually, it doesn’t matter. If any of the Great Demon Clan chooses to help the princess, Blasphemous Lord would treat her as a fleeing unit of the Great Demon Clan level and a highly dangerous rebellious armed force. Even if Blasphemous Lord doesn’t want to deal too harshly, she would still be forced to take drastic measures."

Antanas still sat next to Sinola, her lively and attractive hair dyed a striking wine red, wearing a tight-fitting leather hunting outfit paired with knee-high boots.

Whether Blasphemous Lord exterminates the princess or not is one thing, but for the Great Demon Clan helping the princess, Blasphemous Lord would eradicate them at all costs.

Antanas was sure of this.

But now, the princess was merely a Sixth-order fleeing demon.

Blasphemous Lord saw that all the civil and military officials were willing to support her, so the princess posed no threat.

Keeping the princess would allow access to the Ancestral Land, so the search order became "find and protect" the princess rather than "kill on sight."

"We are more at ease now, and Blasphemous Lord is more reassured."

At this moment, Antanas lazily leaned on the sofa, swirling his goblet, the amber liquid inside shimmering iridescent.

"I’m still worried about Hyperion..."

The Snow Witch sat on the right side of the sofa, her skin glowing like jade, her silver-white hair gleaming under the sunlight.

Her eyes, pale as ice blue, exuded an ethereal purity, as though a Snow Elf had descended.

At this moment, she watched them, the Great Demon Clan, chatting and laughing, sipping tea together.

This relaxed, tea-party-like atmosphere left her unsure of what to say.

Were they truly here to challenge the Eighth-order Shadow World?

The Snow Witch genuinely hadn’t expected Pranay to suddenly call for this ’hedonistic’ strategy, defying all normal expectations.

"Being in the enemy camp allows us to better observe the enemy’s movements, staying here, limiting other Great Demon Clans, is more prudent."

Pranay explained to the Snow Witch.

Blasphemous Lord actually harbored doubts in her heart, questioning which Demon Race genuinely believed in her and which were insincere.

Just appointed as Acting Regent King, Blasphemous Lord had to discern the power dynamics within Demon King Castle Necaris, to witness the loyalty of the other Great Demon Clans.

"Pranay, you really are an external brain."

Antanas complimented.

A battle that seemed inevitable turned into a vacation under Pranay’s command.

Those who should have been most loyal to the princess had now sided with the Blasphemous Lord.

Seeing the Demon Race wavering and then siding with Blasphemous Lord, they had to choose her side.

Blasphemous Lord saw that everyone supported her.

Then, this Demon World seemingly already belonged to her, time to take off.

"Leave the task of pleasing Blasphemous Lord to me, I know when she’s in a good mood, what to say to make her happy, the current power distribution in the Demon King’s Castle, and to provide her with relentless consulting services."

Though Pranay was not omnipotent, within certain limits, his Thousand-Mile Eye was almost an all-knowing eye.

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"Brother, are you serious?"

Sinola asked.

They felt Pranay was going insane.

His prudent self-preservation and attentiveness didn’t seem feigned.

Sinola understood too well Pranay’s attitude of ’a wise man submits to the circumstances’; Blasphemous Lord would certainly enlist such a wise member of the Great Demon Clan because normal Demon Race couldn’t feign such genuine surrender as Pranay did.

"The first to do this was indeed Rocky McCarthy."

Pranay stated matter-of-factly.

"..."

Sinola, Antanas, and the Snow Witch all fell silent.

Even though they belonged to the Protoss Empire and Aestheland Kingdom, they were distinctly aware of what happened in the Congressional Building.

Back then, Bishop Askesan of Annihilation trusted the polls too much, leading him to severely misjudge the situation.

From Askesan’s perspective, it was like fighting an overwhelming victory.

Rocky McCarthy also wildly misled people in the Protoss Empire, pretending he supported Askesan, leading Askesan to believe Rocky was a staunch supporter.

But McCarthy surprised Askesan at a crucial moment, utterly confusing him.

"You guys..."

The Snow Witch felt most deeply that the three Great Demon Clans’ attitudes and styles had completely changed since then.

Pranay had learned to feign support, Antanas had learned to let things deteriorate, and Sinola had turned into a playful young girl.

The Snow Witch wondered how Talia would react if she saw them like this.