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Chapter 801: The Covenant of Merogas
The northern part of the demon world.
Naika Island, Demon King's Palace.
When the first rays of dawn penetrated the clouds and fell on the Regent's Hall on the east side of the palace, Regent Merogas was already handling government affairs at his desk.
She sat on a throne inlaid with obsidian and scarlet sapphires, holding the sharp black demon eagle feather pen in her slender fingertips.
The face of Lord Blasphemy was as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was a sense of awe between his brows, as if he was examining the queen of his own country.
"Ugh."
Not long after, she let out a sigh, closed the document in front of her and put it next to her hand.
Merogas stroked his chin and looked at the official letter in boredom.
After relaxing, she lost her previous composure and seemed to have been intermittently restless for the past two days.
I don’t know how long it took.
"Blasphemy, my Lord."
A demon in a pitch-black cloak appeared silently at the far end of the hall.
The spy's slender and agile figure was like a black cheetah, almost blending into the shadows.
Merogas sensed the presence of someone coming.
She raised her head casually and looked directly at the spy.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say."
Melogas looked at his most trusted confidant, wondering why the other party came to disturb him. Logically, he didn't have any tasks to do in the near future.
The princess is no longer in the Demon King's City Nakalis, and the rest of the great demons are all well-behaved and obedient. The Holy Spirit Kingdom and the Honing Empire are surprisingly harmonious.
The spy took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head.
"Sir, I am here to report an important matter."
The spy did not dare to be rude and cast a barrier to block detection, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Merogas tapped the tabletop lightly with his jade-like fingertips and cast a shielding barrier himself, with no expression on his face.
"Okay."
She said.
"The principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy that you asked us to pay attention to has made some moves in the demon world."
The spy's head dropped even lower, and his voice became quick and nervous.
"Ok?"
Upon hearing this, the usually calm and composed Merogas stared at the spy.
She did instruct her subordinates to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy, and not to let other blind demons provoke him and provide him with convenience.
But Merogas didn't expect that he had just returned to the Demon King's Castle for one day, and Pope Saint Polante, who had just taken office disguised as the principal, had already made a move.
But if you think about it carefully, it was Pope Saint Polante who was called by Calliera, and Pope Saint Polante made a friendly appearance as the principal of the Purgatory Cloisters Academy. In fact, the Pope should indeed return to the Holy Kingdom of Saint Polante to do his real work.
Thinking of this, Melogas couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Although she was too proud to go to Purgatory Corridor Academy to see the principal in the short term, if time went on and the principal stayed in Purgatory City Pascual, she, as the regent, might have some official business that forced her to go to Purgatory City to see that guy.
"That Phantom Demon left the Purgatory City of Pascual alone last night, and rode the Purgatory City's Demon Realm Flying Dragon, heading towards the Demon King City of Nakaris at a rapid speed."
The spy's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He observed the darkening aura of Merogas and continued to report with forced calmness.
"Also, this morning, after the secretary of Purgatory Corridor Academy came to work, a communication was sent over there, which seemed to convey the principal's intention to request to see you."
click!
When Melogas heard this, the back of his originally fair hand turned blue due to excessive force, and he broke the pen in his hand.
She opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes became dark and unpredictable.
The Regent's Hall became unusually quiet, with only the sound of an unstable heartbeat.
The spy didn't dare to look up, he only felt the cold sweat on his back soaking through his clothes.
Her master, Melogas, always killed based on his mood, and she couldn't guess whether the overly emotional Melogas would suddenly attack at this moment.
"You said, he wants to see me...?"
Melogas covered his chest to prevent his heart from jumping out of it.
The Pope actually came alone, not to send the princess back. More importantly, he specifically came to look for me?
"Yes, do you need me to refuse for you?"
The spy answered briefly and firmly.
She understood that Melogas had been in a bad mood for the past two days since he returned from Purgatory City.
Fortunately, the news of the princess's escape did not leak to the ears of other great demons. This would have been a scandal enough to shake the royal power and would have inevitably shaken Merogas's prestige and status among the demons.
It seems that Lord Blasphemy compromised with the princess and agreed to let her stay in Purgatory City.
This incident must have been the fuse that caused Qing's irritability. These subordinates dared not make any mistakes in recent times.
"Refuse? Are you kidding! Invite him to the Demon King's Palace to see me, and don't be rude to him."
Merogas asked his subordinate in surprise, tapping the table with his slender fingertips in annoyance as he gave the order.
"As you command, I will blaspheme your Excellency!"
Upon hearing this, the spy agreed hastily as if he had been pardoned.
Although she was also confused, Lord of Blasphemy Melogas seemed to be in a good mood again, so she just had to do as Melogas ordered.
"Go quickly."
Merogas waved his hand impatiently.
The spy retreated like a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in the hall.
The huge hall returned to silence again.
Merogas looked out the window towards Purgatory City with an expressionless face. The episode just now seemed to be just an insignificant little ripple, but the anxious fingers that she stroked her scorpion tail revealed the turbulent waves in her heart.
She looked down at her clothes, thought for a moment, dropped the documents, stood up and walked towards her bedroom. Her steps were full of strength as she walked along the corridor of the Demon King's Palace.
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Tens of minutes later.
Naika Island, the capital of the Demon Realm, it has been two hours since sunrise and it is cloudy today.
The sky above the island was shrouded in mist, while the ground was filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seemed to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always in the last second of the night.
The royal palace stands majestically in the heart of Naikalis, near the coast of Naika Island.
The plinth level of the front square serves as a reception and security check area, connected to Coast Avenue, and is open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.
In the past, the order here was strict, but this morning the buildings around the Demon King Nakaris's Palace were closed to officials.
Only a few demon nobles with important business can walk up the long steps in the square in front of the palace to enter the Demon King's Palace, pass through the long corridors of the palace, and handle their indispensable routine work.
The first floor contains the regent's hall, offices and rest areas for the nobles. It is also the core area for the palace's internal work and conference activities.
As for the second floor and above where traffic is prohibited.
Only members of the royal family, summoned guests and the regent are allowed to enter.
The second floor at this time.
"Mr. Principal, Lord Merogas is waiting for you."
A spy who looked like a palace attendant was walking with the phantom demon on the corridor on the second floor, and the sound of light conversations could be heard from time to time.
She used to dress like a spy, and sometimes she would dress up as a court maid for work purposes.
She still had great respect for the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy. Putting aside his position as principal, Lord Blasphemy's order was for her to treat him well.
It's just that the principal could see the right direction before she led the way, as if he had been here before and was just revisiting the place.
"Thank you, that's a big help."
Lanqi thanked the court ceremonial officer.
The corridor was spacious and bright, with ancient demonic oil paintings hanging on the walls and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, all of which looked quite familiar to Lanqi.
He saw Siglee off last night, went to the Demon King's Royal Restaurant for dinner, and then set off for the Demon King's Castle.
Lanci let Hyperion stay in the Purgatory Corridor Academy to play with her best friend Lysandra, and gave Lysandra a week's paid leave, allowing her to play with the princess casually every day.
The home had to be placed in the safest place, with only a portable cat bag and Talia in a possessed state.
As soon as he arrived at the Demon King's City Nakalis this morning, Merogas's men came to pick him up and take him to the Demon King's Palace.
This court ceremonial officer who he had never met before seemed to be very capable in his job, not inferior to the previous ceremonial officer Lisandra. However, Lisandra had a kind of gentleness of the Kaliela clan, while the ceremonial officer in front of him had the restrained temperament of the Merogas clan of the Demon King's Army Special Forces.
"You're welcome."
The palace attendant thanked him with a slightly relaxed look.
The principal was wearing a long coat with a formal suit underneath, and a silver mask on his waist. I don't know where this custom came from.
His race is the Phantom Demon Clan. Like the previous regent, Kaliela, he was born with light silver hair and an aura of magical illusion.
The silver-white mask was obviously not of the style of a demonic mask. Even when viewed from the side, it had more of a religious style similar to that of humans, with soft lines, a tranquil expression, and a compassionate look between its eyebrows.
She had originally been worried that the principal, who was considered a friend by Lord Blasphemy Merogas, was also a big shot with a rather scary personality, but she had not expected that he would be so easy-going, not at all like a high-ranking demon.
As they walked around the corner chatting easily.
I saw a figure standing in front of me.
Lights dotted the corridor carpet. Melogas was wearing a dark black dress as dark as the night sky. Her hands were covered with black silk gloves. Her long hair was tied behind her head, and each strand was carefully woven. Some of her hair was gently draped over her shoulders.
The palace attendant's footsteps braked suddenly, and his eyes twitched.
She almost didn't recognize her Lord of Blasphemy, Lord Merogaz.