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

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

To be frank, the Blood Demon Overlord was certainly not pleased with the decision of this meeting, but it was mostly a feeling of resignation. It was the helplessness of an old era unable to resist a new one moving forward.

Just as a Blood Demon Overlord like himself had no full confidence in defeating a Victorian fleet, so too could the Royal Courts of the old era not lead Kazdel and the Sarkaz to a more distant future. Lords of the Royal Court, the Demon King, Feranmuts, and even the various gods of every land… none could defeat the forward march of the wheel of time.

The Blood Demon Overlord lowered his head slightly. In his seemingly vacant, blood-red eyes, a flash of complex emotion appeared.

"In that war, a war that should have been a desperate siege from all sides, seemingly without end… I saw the Scavengers devour the enemy amidst the battlefield, the witchcraft of the Banshees shatter the enemy's strongholds, and my own favorite Prince fight to the death against the mages of Leithania and the guards of Gaul."

The Blood Demon Overlord at that time was undoubtedly both surprised and terrified, because he had seen with his own eyes that the power of the Sarkaz was pushing this land backward through every era. But when he thought back to that war again… when he looked at Lucifer single-handedly destroying the army of the Gallic Empire, he suddenly understood everything.

That was merely the eruption of the latent power hidden deep within the Sarkaz. It was the last glimmer of light before the final moment… the desperate struggle of their demon race. The Corpse Eaters grew stronger the more they fought in the war because they relied on continuously absorbing the corpses and lives of their own kind. The Banshees were able to tear through the enemy's lines because they relied on sacrificing their own lives, one after another. Including Lucifer… if he himself had not arrived in time to grant him the blessing of blood, it was feared that he would have long since become a mindless blood-thrall.

"I once thought that the Era of the Six Heroes, which is still spoken of to this day, would be a true new beginning for Kazdel… what a pity that it was not so."

"The wheels of history must turn forward, my lord. Just try not to get run over by them, that's enough. Otherwise, I'll have to get a shovel and help dig your grave."

Lucifer, who was supposed to be just listening quietly, whispered to "comfort" the Blood Demon Overlord. He considered it thanks for that time he had awoken his senses. But no matter how quietly he spoke, it could not escape everyone's ears.

Teresa couldn't help but cover her mouth to hide a laugh. No one would have thought that a cruel and ruthless Overlord like this would be "comforted" by his own subordinate. It was unknown what kind of expressions the King of the Corpse Eaters and Laqeramaline were making behind their bandages and veils, but it was likely not much different from Teresa's.

"...."

But compared to the others who were watching the show, the look Tracy gave Lucifer was much more peculiar. He never thought Lucifer could understand the nature of historical progress and societal reform to this extent. This level of thinking didn't seem like that of a Blood Demon…

Ah, but Lucifer was always an anomaly among the Blood Demons to begin with… It's my own fault for being too prejudiced. I feel terrible. I suppose I'll have to find a chance to repay him somehow.

Tracy had never held prejudice against Blood Demons or any other race before. Therefore, no matter how he thought about it, it was all the fault of that guy named Ducale next to him…

Ducale! You should repent!! (Another person has joined in.)

But to be frank, even if it were the Shapeshifters or Feranmuts with lifespans of thousands or tens of thousands of years, or even the Beastlords, as individuals, they could not shake the forward-moving wheel of history. Therefore, the reform of Kazdel must proceed.

"In that case, the decision is unanimous. The Royal Courts may still command the members of their own clans and should maintain your authority among the courts well, but all must strictly adhere to the orders of the Military Committee."

Tracy stood up and spoke decisively. He did not want history to repeat the past (where subordinates tried to overthrow their superiors). And when no one voiced any opposition or objection, the motion was considered passed.

But suddenly, another voice spoke up…

"Before that, I have something to say… As I still have authority over my subordinate, Lucifer, I recall you are only here to listen. The Blood Royal Court is not a place where you can speak as you please. You have overstepped this time."

"It is my fault, my lord. Please have mercy on me! I still have a Lich and a Warfarin to feed at home!"

Lucifer quickly admitted his fault, afraid that the Blood Demon Overlord would make things difficult for him or actually have the idea of passing on the title of Lord of the Royal Court to him.

However, Ermengarde, who was beside him, blinked, not understanding… When did I become a member of Lucifer's household? I only slept at his house for one night, and let him touch my "hole."

The Blood Demon Overlord glanced at Ermengarde with disdain, then paid no more attention to her and Lucifer.

"Hmph… if that is the case, then I have no further objections."

"...." Tracy, who had sat down for a moment, couldn't help but look at the Blood Demon Overlord again. He has already stated the decision and the decree… so what are you trying to show off for now? Tracy really wanted to snap back at the other—Who the hell asked you?—but he had to restrain himself.

"Hmm, hmm… since everyone is in agreement, that is for the best," Teresa, playing the role of the mediator, saw that there were no problems with the meeting and couldn't help but stretch. In fact, the ultimate goal of this meeting was to persuade the Blood Demon Overlord, but Teresa and Tracy never thought he would yield so easily. She had even thought she would have to use the power of the Black Crown to "soothe" him, but in the end, it wasn't necessary.

But the fact that the Blood Demon Overlord could realize on his own that the Six Heroes of today could not resist the mechanisms of the new generation was already more than expected.

So what if the King of the Corpse Eaters could deny death? So what if the Blood Demon Overlord had once slain a Feranmut of Kazdel? And what use was it if the Demon King could rule all the Sarkaz?

Kazdel still fell time and time again. The Sarkaz, generation after generation, were still mired in the endless cycle of war.

"In that case… this meeting is hereby concluded. The War Council is declared dissolved as of this moment… I still have business to attend to, so please excuse me." Tracy announced the end of the meeting, then turned and left before anyone else. It was clear he was very busy, not even having the chance to chat with Teresa.

"Hmm~ Well, I don't have anything else to attend to today… Laqeramaline, shall we go to the valley to reminisce about old times?"

"Of course."

The two best friends, Teresa and Laqeramaline, held hands and left as well.

"..."

Alright… now Lucifer knew why Tracy was so busy.

As the people prepared to disperse, the Blood Demon Overlord was about to call Lucifer over, but saw that he had already mingled with Ermengarde and was walking side-by-side with her out of the meeting room…

That damn kid… what kind of prince leaves without bidding farewell to his king, huh!

Ducale… was furious.

But just as he was about to call out to Lucifer, the King of the Corpse Eaters called him from behind again.

"Don't interfere with the young people's time… We should get going as well."

"…If my memory hasn't been erased, I should still have the right to summon my subordinate. This probably isn't your place to interfere."

"I just feel that if you call him, nothing good will come of it…"

"…This is why I've said an old geezer like you and I can never get along."

The King of the Corpse Eaters did not reply again. Chuckling softly and darkly, he floated into the air and slowly departed, leaving the Blood Demon Overlord to be the last one to leave the meeting room… and he had to close the door himself.

Please care for the lonely, old-baby Ducale~ You and I have no responsibility… just let the waiting become regret~

"Suddenly, that crazy kid's song popped into my head…" Ducale, having just closed the door, shook his head in frustration.