Chapter: 65. Lack of Understanding (Monthly Ticket Request at the Beginning of the Month!)
A rather abrupt question.
Even Ailer, who was heartless and eager to disperse the meeting, couldn’t help but be taken aback upon hearing this.
Why suddenly mention Princess Xue Fei…?
In such a formal occasion, with representatives from major forces who determine the course of the situation present, was this really the time for small talk?
Wow, if I say something wrong now, I’ll definitely be beaten to death by my royal brother when I go back!
However…
This confusion didn’t last long.
The princess of the demon race, the younger sister of the current demon king, usually carefree.
But sitting at the negotiation table, she undoubtedly exuded the regal demeanor that is inherent in her royal bloodline.
Brushing aside her crimson long hair that fell in front of her, she clasped her hands on the table.
Ailer generously shrugged in response to the question posed by the third true ancestor of the blood race, one of the current rulers of the blood race.
“Speaking of which, Miss Floro seems to have met my niece before becoming the true ancestor?”
“Yes, indeed.” Floro’s voice was lazy, but there was a noticeable hint of joy in her otherwise plain tone, “I was childhood companions with Princess Xue Fei, and I miss her very much.”
“Is… is that so?”
“Yes! Hah, I seem to be a bit sleepy again…”
Ailer wasn’t quite sure if they could be considered “childhood companions.”
After all, Ailer didn’t often stay in the Demon King’s Castle; she had only heard that the blood race had visitors to the castle about ten years ago, and she had also heard of the then-candidate for true ancestor, the youngest true ancestor in the blood race’s history, the genius girl Floro Yaer, who got along well with that Xue Fei.
The two had common interests and were often seen playing together outside the Demon King’s Castle.
Ailer remembered her because of an incident that almost led to a clash between their two national delegations.
During their playful antics, Xue Fei had tossed Floro into a lake.
This action was met with strong condemnation from the blood race delegation, and her royal brother was unreasonable enough to refuse to apologize.
Fortunately, it didn’t escalate, as Miss Floro said it was all a joke, and it was soon forgotten.
They had met in childhood, but to call them “playmates”… was a bit of a stretch.
The delegation that Floro belonged to returned from the demon territory in less than a week, and she naturally went back with them; during such a short time, how much could one remember from childhood?
Thinking about these annoying past events, Ailer responded to Floro’s question based on her own travels through various countries, including the capital of the blood race.
“If Miss Floro wants to see her, I can try to arrange it, but whether your meeting can be facilitated still depends on the customs of your blood race.”
“Ah… depending on the customs of the blood race, then the hope isn’t very big, is it…?” Floro spoke slowly, but a hint of disappointment was evident in her voice.
“Indeed, the third true ancestor stationed in the extreme eastern blood domain can’t just meet anyone they want…”
“Hoo hoo, I’m so sleepy… I can’t hold on anymore… You all continue to talk, good night…”
“……”
The topic was brought up by her and then hastily dropped by her.
Floro was like a soft pink-haired big cat, drifting back to the table.
This scene left all the participants present completely speechless.
If it were someone else, they would probably have been thrown out or at least reprimanded on the spot.
But Floro was different.
This pink-haired girl of the blood race, although young, had already become the third most powerful member of the blood race, succeeding the position of the third true ancestor.
The ranking within the true ancestors of the blood race was based on strength obtained through life-and-death battles, and she reached her position by personally killing the original third true ancestor.
It was hard to imagine how this lazy childhood blood race girl who was under twenty managed to kill the original true ancestor who was hundreds of years old, but since she could do such a thing, no one present dared to claim they could surely defeat her in a one-on-one against her.
The blood race was able to stand among the high-level races due to the dominion of the seven true ancestors over the blood domain, rivaling the authority of the dragon race.
The top three especially held exclusive power.
Unless absolutely necessary, even the dragon race didn’t wish to provoke these bats.
Although the fire dragon prince, Dulromo, was displeased, he had to continue to bring this stiff meeting to an end.
“Alright, the third true ancestor of the blood race did not raise a hand nor abstain, according to the rules of the Tower of Radiance, we will consider this as opposition, so the proposal concerning the Corea Church State will not… uh?”
His words abruptly halted.
Floro seemed to have fallen asleep.
But she wobbled her small, colorless hand in the air and even waggled the bat pendant on her sleeve to draw Dulromo’s attention to her display.
Raising her hand meant approval.
As the representative of the Thunder Dragon Clan, Kare banged his fist on the table in frustration, shattering the edge of it.
Dulromo amended the conclusion.
“Three votes in favor, one vote against, one abstention, the resolution passes. Princess Ailer, please choose a day to deliver the tangible evidence regarding the magic of ‘Heaven’s Dome’ to the Tower of Radiance. As long as it is confirmed that this matter is indeed the responsibility of the church state, we will pressure the pope to formally apologize to the demon territory and the lands of the high-level races, along with compensation.”
“Alright, alright! Hah… isn’t this perfect! If it had passed like this earlier, we wouldn’t have had to hold on for so long, ah okay then, now everyone can sleep soundly; right and wrong will have their own justice! We demons shouldn’t be burdened with this blame.”
Hahaha, Xue Fei, good job; I didn’t expect you to have connections in the blood race too?
Alright, alright, this time you’ve indirectly helped your aunt a lot; I’ll get you a big fish when I go home!
“Simply ridiculous…!”
Kare, who had completely smashed the table in front of him, stood up with a sinister expression, furiously leaving the seat.
“I won’t accompany you any longer. You fire dragons, elves, blood race, and divine humans want to go help the inferior demon race ‘seek justice,’ then just go on your own! How could you all have the audacity to call yourselves high-level races while talking nonsense with those demons? The Thunder Dragon Clan will absolutely not participate!”
“Hey, Kare.” Dulromo narrowed his eyes and symbolically hindered Kare’s heavy steps as he turned to leave, “The Tower of Radiance demands the high-level races to advance and retreat together. Are you sure this is the will of the Thunder Dragon Clan?”
“My meaning is the meaning of the Thunder Dragon Clan; I’m leaving now, you all take care.”
“Please do.”
Kare chuckled disdainfully in anger, spreading his lightning-encircled purple dragon wings while standing on the hollow tower edge.
Turning back, he disdainfully glanced at Ailer.
It seemed he wanted to say something mocking to vent his hatred before leaving.
But just before he could open his mouth, Ailer had already raised her hand first.
At the same time.
Six black feathers spread out to the sides, casting the large negotiation table into shadows under the moonlight.
Now, Floro could sleep even more soundly.
“Princess Ailer?” Dulromo propped his chin on his hands, calmly glancing at the six-winged demon sitting diagonally across from him, “Do you have any proposals? If there are other matters, please apply to hold another meeting at the Tower of Radiance next time. The representative from the divine human race has already left, and the members aren’t complete; we won’t discuss any new proposals.”
“Well, not really; it’s not exactly a proposal, just a small—suggestion—”
“Oh?”
Ailer intentionally dragged out the last syllable, and her eyes showed even greater disdain than Kare’s.
Kare didn’t rush to fly away.
He was also curious about what this inferior race wanted to say.
Ailer lowered her raised hand, and although the wings behind her showed no magical fluctuations, they still distorted the space.
She formed her hand into a blade shape.
Gently striking the stone table in front of her.
At first, the stone table showed no signs of change.
But as the elven race governor, Lofanason, let out another light sigh.
—A fine crack appeared on the stone table.
The crack didn’t damage the table; the force was controlled to the utmost, extending forward from the table to the ground, stopping right in front of where Kare stood at the tower’s edge.
Kare looked down at the fine crack without saying anything.
But the sky above was already filled with dark clouds and lightning.
“This meeting has one thing that makes me very dissatisfied.”
Ailer ignored the raging purple lightning, as if she hadn’t heard the thunder, and continued to flatly express her discontent.
“Some people, especially certain lizards, seem to always disrespect our demon race, which makes me feel regretful and worried.”
“Worried? Why?” Dulromo asked casually.
“What worries me is that it’s me attending this meeting this time; what if next time my dear niece attends? I’m afraid she might not have my good temper; this table might not be able to hold up.”
Upon hearing this, Dulromo’s expression showed no change, and one couldn’t tell what he was pondering.
Meanwhile, the sleeping Floro moved her ears, as if she had heard something worth looking forward to.
Kare clenched his fists, and one could even hear his bones creaking.
“The mere demon race… don’t get too self-important…!” The furious thunder dragon turned back, roaring as if he might transform into a gigantic dragon and break through the skies at any moment, “Has it been hundreds of years without war, that the inferior race has forgotten who drove them into the corners of this continent?!”
“I haven’t forgotten, but you said it yourself; that seems to have been a matter of hundreds of years ago? The ones who drove us demons out, it seems, isn’t your generation, right?”
“What did you say…?”
“Also, the ones who were driven out don’t seem to be our generation of demons, do they?”
“Hah?”
“Since it wasn’t your generation that defeated the demons, and the defeated demons weren’t us, then how could shameless lizards rely on their ancestors’ power to act arrogantly? I truly don’t understand this?”
