Reincarnated as a Blood Demon on Terra? I've Hit the Jackpot!

"In short, it is as such... I am rather sensitive to matters of reform, and the situation in Leithania prevents me from getting away."

From the token of the Lich Royal Court that Teresa had brought, the text in the missive twisted into thin lines, forming into the figure of Fleamont. He recounted the reasons why he was unable to travel the long distance to attend the War Council.

Of course, this was merely a magical message from Fleamont, not a real face-to-face conversation with Teresa and her companions. Otherwise, it was feared that before Fleamont could even finish speaking, the Blood Demon Overlord would have already spat a wad of blood in his face.

"It seems that Mr. Fleamont is having quite a difficult time in Leithania..." Teresa could somewhat understand Fleamont's predicament. After all, his personality was fundamentally very sensitive to reform. Furthermore, the war between Leithania and Gaul had only just ended not long ago, and coupled with the problem of the Witch King, Leithania itself was on the brink of political reform, which indirectly put the Lich clan in a dilemma.

"But… the magical message doesn't seem to be over. Is there something else he wishes to say?"

The magical message, which embodied Fleamont's mannerisms, did not end immediately. It remained silent for a moment, as if pondering something. Just as the Blood Demon Overlord was beginning to lose his patience and preparing to cut the feed via physical means, the "Fleamont" before them moved again.

"…Moreover, even if I were to return to Kazdel, it would be meaningless. The way Ducale of the Blood Royal Court operates is completely different from mine. I suppose he is probably here right now. I'd love to throw some sarcastic remarks at him, just to see what his expression would be." Fleamont pretended to look around, as if he could really see the Blood Demon Overlord not far away.

'I'm so screwed!' Seeing this, Ermengarde immediately retracted her head like a turtle, wishing she could just cover her head and squat there forever.

It was well known how vengeful Blood Demons were. The Overlord had just had a verbal clash with the King of the Corpse Eaters at the second tower; he must be full of rage. Now he was being directly provoked by Fleamont. And she was Fleamont's student, the special envoy of the Lich Royal Court, the one who had personally delivered his token… The debuffs were fully stacked!! After this meeting was over, the Blood Demon Overlord would definitely not let her die a good death!

However, Fleamont had not stopped his assault. He continued to press the Overlord's buttons with an up-down A-B supplementary combo:

"If one day Ducale is willing to pass on his position to that prince of his, what's-his-name… Lucifer? At that time, I will then reconsider returning. I find that Blood Demon Prince has pretty good personal relations. Talking to him would probably be waaay easier (in a high-pitched voice)."

After speaking, the figure of Fleamont dissolved into thin lines in an instant, returning to a simple, ordinary letter, as if he had never appeared at all.

However, everyone sitting here, more or less, began to feel unsettled…

'Now I'm fcked!!'*

The one who called "GG" along with Ermengarde was Lucifer. He never thought that bastard Fleamont would be so utterly without virtue! He was just an innocent bystander, yet he was dragged into the heart of the conversation with a single sentence like that! And more importantly, the Blood Demon Overlord was a petty man!…

However, just as everyone thought the Overlord would erupt in fury and make trouble for Ermengarde or Lucifer, they found that he merely leaned back in his chair, feigning indifference. But when he was stared at by so many people, the Overlord, feeling strange, spoke with a nonchalant air:

"What are you looking at? You don't really enjoy discriminating against my race, do you? I truly feel sorry for the Blood Demons… That was just a small goading tactic from Fleamont, that's all. It's not the first time he's used it on me. To take this out on Lucifer or that young Lich girl would be utterly meaningless. It would be more interesting to have Fleamont confront me face-to-face."

Hearing the Blood Demon Overlord's rational response, everyone looked at each other, then fell completely silent.

It feels like the Blood Demon Overlord is a bit OOC, isn't he?

Besides… is it even possible that everyone is using stereotypes to discriminate against his race? It's not that the Blood Demon race is hated, but rather Ducale himself who makes it that way… Lucifer is a clear positive example under his care.

But since the Overlord himself no longer cared and had already created a graceful way out for himself, no one wanted to step on his landmine.

Tracy quickly changed the subject, turning to face the lords of the Royal Courts.

"The explanation from the Lich Royal Court has concluded… In that case, as was stated in the first half of the meeting, the Military Committee will replace the power and mechanism of the War Council, to bring new life and order to Kazdel—Who is in favor? Or does anyone wish to object?"

As Tracy's voice fell, Lucifer's joke-retorting instinct in his DNA nearly activated, and he almost blurted out: I object!

Lucifer rubbed his cheek, as if in another worldline, he would have already been slapped across the face by Tracy. He glanced at Ermengarde… in this situation, it was clear there was no need for her to add any illustrations. Excellent… from Ermengarde's eyes, full of wisdom, it wasn't hard to see that she was currently making her mind a blank slate (thinking about nothing).

"Are there any other questions?" Teresa asked the other three lords of the Royal Courts.

Laqeramaline spoke first, but her expression was much more sorrowful compared to when she was chatting casually with Ermengarde earlier.

"The Banshee Royal Court will not exercise its right to choose. Please forgive us, as we still need time to heal the damages to the Banshee clan. But as long as Kazdel calls for us, the Banshees will always be here for everyone."

Laqeramaline represented the Banshee clan in maintaining a neutral stance. Unless Kazdel were to face another war for its very survival, the Banshee clan would temporarily refrain from participating in other conflicts.

To this, Teresa and Tracy expressed their deepest understanding. Or rather, everyone here except for Ermengarde knew very well how much Laqeramaline and her Banshee clan had devoted and lost in the previous war… even now, in the Banshee valley, the sound of elegies could still be heard.

Countless children and young people had died, one after another. How could Laqeramaline not be heartbroken? Even Ermengarde could hear the unconcealable sorrow in her voice.

"In that case… Lord Nezzalem, what is your opinion?"

"I believe you have all already met with the Shapeshifters. Since they have no objections, I will not say anything more." The King of the Corpse Eaters raised his head, his deep gaze looking through the white bandages towards the two siblings, Tracy and Teresa… This pair were his students. They were both the enders of the war and the Demon King of the Sarkaz. He believed the promise the two had made would bring about a revival of civilization to Kazdel. His presence here was, in itself, a representation of the other council members' attitudes.

Upon receiving the answer from the King of the Corpse Eaters, Tracy and Teresa nodded slightly, then both turned their gazes to the final lord of the Royal Court.

"In that case… only you are left to give your answer, Mr. Ducale, representative of the Blood Royal Court."

Teresa's voice still seemed gentle, but it carried an indescribable sense of pressure.

"Hmm… should I say: I have no objections… or not?"