The end of the Magic Silk Thread was being pulled by logas.
Seemingly oblivious to the corpse, logas nonchalantly withdrew her raised fingertip, causing the magic power to dissipate.
The hall was silent once again for a few monts.
Even other Demon Race mbers who understood the situation dared not speak out.
Supporters of Calila’s faction, who had been killed or crippled during the past twelve years of fierce combat, were nearly all sacrificed.
During the war, logas had mainly ford alliances for self-preservation, but now, she dominated alone.
"Just now, I accidentally heard so of the Demon Race babbling nonsense, I suppose no one will interrupt now?"
Blasphemous Lord logas placed her palm to her ear, turned her cheek, and listened around the audience.
This ti, no Demon Race mber spoke again.
She was about to speak again.
"But..."
logas suddenly turned sharp in tone,
"But if Princess still harbors old affections and wishes to continue managing the Demon World according to Calila’s strategies, our great cause will go down the drain. Everyone, what should I do?"
The sound of logas’s words exploded in the Throne Hall like a thunderclap.
The demons looked at each other, their eyes flickering, feeling a tingling scalp and a chill down their spines.
logas’s words implied a challenge to the demons’ loyalty to the Princess, intending to sideline her and take her place.
"Lord logas, forgive my frankness."
At that mont, the voice of a young Demon Race mber, full of flattery, suddenly ca from his seat as he bowed to logas,
"The Princess had a hard ti returning to the Demon World many years ago, always rembering the human kingdoms; essentially, she has long considered herself a human. And Calila had indulged her, creating such a weak princess who only knows how to cry in adversity. Should we really let a human girl disguised as a mber of the Demon Race lead us?"
Before the words were finished, a "swoosh" sounded. A black gleam flashed by, piercing through the Demon Race mber’s chest like a whip.
The Demon Race mber stiffened, thudded to the ground, his body decomposing into dense liquid.
In an instant, another Demon Race was dead.
Looking in the direction of the black gleam, one could see the Blasphemous Lord had raised her Scorpion Tail, its tip aid at the seating area.
This ti, it was logas who acted.
The other Demon Race mbers really did not dare utter a sound, not even daring to swallow.
logas had gone mad.
"Human?"
logas swept a glance at the nearby remains of the Demon Race, her tone chilling,
"Are you questioning our Princess? Anyone else who dares to speak ill of the Princess will receive no tolerance from ."
She haughtily surveyed the entire hall with a murderous aura.
As her words fell, the entire Throne Hall was utterly silent, the crowd of demons frightfully uneasy.
Even those who spoke in her favor, she would kill.
logas intentionally killed the openly supportive Demon Race mber rely to assert her dominance, demonstrating her loyalty and legitimacy.
"Princess, only I could be this kind to you. After all, I am your aunt."
Blasphemous Lord logas lowered her head, looked softly at Huebelle, trembling slightly at the edge of her lips.
"..."
Huebelle clenched the armrests of the throne, her knuckles turning white.
She swallowed hard, her throat feeling extrely dry.
If possible, she really wanted her real Aunt Talia to co and beat this wicked Aunt logas.
But the harsh reality was that Tata, a Three Marks Civil Official, would definitely not be a match for Six Seals General logas.
"It seems you understand my kindness, Your Highness."
Huebelle’s subtle reaction further deepened the smile on logas’s face.
She reached out to gently caress Huebelle’s cheek but considering the situation, stopped her hand slowly.
However, logas’s Scorpion Tail gradually coiled behind Huebelle’s throne, forming a heart shape.
Although she coveted the Princess’s body, she was not in a rush for the mont.
"..."
Huebelle sensed that logas’s "kindness" seed even more terrifying than malice.
A chilling sensation rose from her feet to the top of her skull.
It was the first ti she had seen such a female mber of the Demon Race.
Unlike Calila, Huebelle felt no closeness or trust towards Blasphemous Lord logas.
On the contrary, she could only sense endless lust and indecency from her.
"Co on, everyone, relax a bit, let’s not scare the Princess."
Fortunately, Blasphemous Lord logas didn’t keep her attention on Huebelle any longer and instead let out a bell-like laughter, addressing the demons with her opinions and important matters.
...
Huebelle endured a tornted ti in the Throne Hall until the eting finally ended.
She stood up relieved and under the watchful eyes of logas and the Demon Race, walked down the steps and headed towards the exit of the hall.
It was only when she left that suffocating space that she felt she was breathing fresh air again.
If she took the initiative to find Pranay and others now, it would surely arouse logas’s suspicion.
She would wait for Pranay and Antanas to contact her; with their unique abilities, it wouldn’t be difficult to bypass logas at the right ti.
The main hall on the first floor of the royal palace in the Demon World was a massive circular Regency Hall.
The upper floors were exclusively for the Royal Family, including a study, bedroom, eting room, and many other residential features.
Previously, apart from Fallen Lord Calila and the Demon Race she permitted, other Demon Race mbers were not allowed to enter the higher floors of the royal palace.
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