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

The meeting concluded. The lords of the Royal Courts dispersed back to their own manors. Lucifer and Ermengarde, of course, had no intention of staying long.

"Sigh… that was truly terrifying. Are Royal Court meetings always this oppressive and stressful?"

Even though they had walked some distance from the palace, Ermengarde still couldn't stop rubbing her own small, panicked heart. Despite only being an observer, she had no prior experience attending a Royal Court meeting. Moreover, she had known the attendees, including Lucifer, for less than two days. It was natural to feel immense pressure.

To be honest… during the meeting, Ermengarde, who was feigning a cool and silent demeanor, wasn't thinking about what year the table's material was from, but was secretly cursing Fleamont in her heart for making her do this job. Only the vast "bosom" of Laqeramaline could offer the little Lich girl some comfort.

"Yes… but not entirely."

Lucifer opened with his signature enigmatic phrasing.

It was hard to tell if he was just overly bold, or if he had been dragged to so many meetings by the Blood Demon Overlord that he had gained enough experience to still have the mood to joke around with others. Or perhaps… his chatterbox nature was just acting up.

However, Lucifer had heard from the King of the Corpse Eaters or Laqeramaline before that prior to him attending meetings or becoming a Blood Demon Prince, the Royal Court meetings were always a scene of fierce confrontation… although most of the time, it was everyone ganging up on the Blood Demon Overlord.

Ganging up and stomping the Blood Demon Overlord? Let me join in!!

What? I'm one of the Blood Demon Overlord's people, so I can't? In that case, wait a second… let me cut ties with him first.

"Hey… when are you going to replace the Blood Demon Overlord as the lord of the Blood Royal Court? If it were you, the atmosphere probably wouldn't be so tense, like a sword is at our throats every second, as if a fight could break out at any moment."

Of course, Ermengarde wasn't the only one with this thought. Although Lucifer's hands had been stained with the blood of many living things, when compared to the Blood Demon Overlord, who continuously lowered his own moral limits, Lucifer, whose moral standards were just a little "flexible," seemed like a good person.

In private… the King of the Corpse Eaters and Teresa had hinted to Lucifer on more than one occasion, asking if he had any intention of accepting the leadership of the Blood Royal Court, but they received the same result every time: Hell no!

Just like right now, as Lucifer looked at Ermengarde with a horrified expression.

"Ermengarde, I treat you no differently than a little sister, yet you intend to murder me?"

"Ah… i-is it that serious?"

"Then would you be willing to let Fleamont retire, and take up the position of Lord of the Lich Royal Court yourself?"

"Uh… in that case, I'd rather not."

Faced with the counter-question, Ermengarde thought for a moment… Fleamont already had enough to worry about in Leithania, to say nothing of Kazdel. Besides, as an "outsider," she wasn't familiar with Kazdel, so how could she understand the chaos of the Blood Royal Court? If one were to become the lord of the Blood Royal Court, one must first suppress the other princes and the Blood Demons under their command. With Lucifer's ability, that might not be a difficult task. At the very least, he could ask for help from high-level figures like the King of the Corpse Eaters or the Demon King.

The real problem was the management system… Lucifer was not skilled at it, nor did he want to manage the powers of others. He probably couldn't just announce the dissolution of the Blood Royal Court on his first day as lord, could he? Not to mention the various legacy problems left behind by the Blood Demon Overlord… Instead of running around refuting rumors for the Blood Demons until his legs were twisted, it was better to just cut ties decisively and run away to be happy.

It could be said that… if the Blood Demon Overlord ever truly had the thought of passing the Royal Court to Lucifer, Lucifer would have already run away from Kazdel the day before!

"You truly don't fit in with Kazdel at all, do you… Since that's the case, why do you still stay here?"

This question from Ermengarde made Lucifer freeze.

That's right… with his gentle and agreeable personality, he was called an anomaly wherever he went, and was often gossiped about behind his back by the other Blood Demon Princes… so why did he have to endure and stay in Kazdel?

The answer, of course, was not because he had developed feelings for this place, but because he liked to stay in his own comfort zone. Here in Kazdel… Lucifer could find fresh blood at any time without worrying about his reputation or the law, and his title of Blood Demon Prince was enough to keep most uninvited troubles at bay. His acquaintances, like the King of the Corpse Eaters and the Blood Demon Overlord, even helped to step forward and protect him sometimes.

But the peace in this comfort zone would sooner or later be squeezed and pressured by external forces. The struggle for position in the Royal Court would force him to bear too many unnecessary responsibilities and troubles. The power struggles that could erupt at any moment would eventually drag him down into a bottomless abyss of mud… none of this was what Lucifer wanted in the slightest.

When everything he currently had begins to bring him endless troubles in the future, that is when it would be appropriate for Lucifer to choose to "betray" and run away instead.

...

Lucifer did not answer Ermengarde's question immediately, and she, knowing better, did not press him on it. The two then changed the subject, talking about other things, such as gossiping about Fleamont and the Blood Demon Overlord. They talked and laughed all the way back to Lucifer's home.

However, just as they pushed open the old door of the house, they found that Warfarin, who should have left, had returned once again.

"Oh… you're back!"

"What's with you?… Did you run into the Blood Demon Overlord on your way home and are now seeking refuge here?"

If that were really the case, Lucifer would have to admire Warfarin's world-shocking wisdom. If the Blood Demon Overlord appeared in this area, he would most likely be heading for him.

Unfortunately, the truth was not so.

"If I had run into the Blood Demon Overlord, I fear I wouldn't have been able to return… Let's not talk about that. On my way home, I heard something interesting, so I came back to talk to you about it."

"Tell me in detail." Lucifer's gaze swept over his blood wine cabinet. Once he was sure his provisions had not been touched by Warfarin, he prompted her to begin.

"That Demon King named Teresa… she said she's going to form an organization called Babel. Said she's going to comfort the Sarkaz, and will also bring in resources and manpower from foreign countries."

Lucifer didn't interrupt. He usually didn't get involved in the plans of Teresa, Tracy, or the Royal Courts. But bringing in manpower from foreign nations… he could immediately smell the scent of hatred that would cause unity to fracture from within.

"Surprisingly, the response has been quite good? At least I saw quite a few Sarkaz receive special Oripathy medicine. And that Demon King also intends to recruit local manpower. So I came to ask what you think."

"Not interested in the slightest." Lucifer replied bluntly. For something that sounded like it would bring this much trouble, he wouldn't get involved even if he had to jump into the Banshee valley.

"Oh… I guessed you'd say that. But guess what information I got from Babel… I guarantee it's juicy!" Warfarin suddenly wore the expression of a bloodthirsty thrill-seeker.

Hearing the expression and tone in Warfarin's voice that didn't seem like an act, Lucifer began to grow curious.

"I heard that in Babel, there's a consultant… named… Kal'tsit!"

"…Who did you say?"