The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Demon City, the Ankein Family's mansion.

This manor, shrouded in shadowy mist, resembles a tangible enigma, revealing not a glimmer of light and shadow.

At this moment, in the manor's reception room, Ammons Ankein is meeting with his cabinet colleague—Ake Felm.

Holding the post of Minister of Internal Affairs in Demon City, the entire administrative affairs of Hell are in the hands of this Demigod Level Nightmare Demon.

In a place like Demon City, the Parliament is a battlefield of games, akin to the frontline between Hell and humans.

And for matters without much suspense, they are usually not resolved in a room within the Parliament Building; often, an elegant tea party or a casual conversation is enough for those demons truly in control to reach a consensus on key issues.

Just like now, the atmosphere between the two demons is very relaxed, and if one were to judge only by appearances, it would be completely undetectable that this is a conversation about the future power division in Demon City.

"…As expected, I had a strong premonition two months ago that our Parliament would be adding a chair," Ammons said with a smile, as if everything was within his expectations.

Ake sipped his tea slowly and said.

"I was quite surprised, I didn't expect Feistin would personally write a recommendation letter for him... recommending a baron to enter the Parliament, and this title was just obtained last year."

The full name of Hell's Parliament is "The place where Lord Demon God and his servants jointly discuss Hell's affairs," or in other words, the House of Nobles. No one under the age of 20 can enter, and only those with a noble title can be recommended.

From these two perspectives, the Demon King of Thunder County just barely meets the standards.

Of course.

This is only the surface standard; there are too many nobles who meet the conditions, especially in a place like Demon City, where throwing a stone on the street might easily hit one.

Ake didn't deny that a young person capable of making the Dragon family suffer such a loss undoubtedly can establish a foothold in Demon City's power vortex.

This is actually the most crucial point.

Seeing Ake didn't oppose, Ammons immediately understood his colleague's thoughts, showing a knowing smile.

To be honest.

He thought the same.

"The baron is not really a problem; the age is indeed a bit young, but judging from his way of handling things, I think youth might actually be his advantage."

"Indeed." Ake nodded, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "However, since the Dragon family has already fallen, their position in Parliament... don't you think it should be moved?"

Ammons smiled and said.

"It's too early to say that now; let's discuss it later."

Ake gave him a meaningful look but said nothing further.

It was evident that the Ankein family did not wish to involve themselves in this incident, which originally had nothing to do with them.

And if relying solely on himself and the Felm family's power, wanting to take a piece of the spoils from the Melusine and Padric families wouldn't be an easy task.

He initially intended to pull others in, but it seems to be a bad idea now.

Seeing that Ammons was uninterested in his suggestion, Ake changed the topic.

"I didn't expect Goliath to actually abandon Zakro."

Ammons chuckled softly, hooked his index finger around the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

"Isn't that normal? A long time ago, I felt that the old guy of the Dragon family had already gone mad. A waste who couldn't even handle internal family affairs, having his important pieces driven apart with a few words, and still daring to covet the authority of Lord Demon God... I think he's lived too long and is tired of it."

Ake continued.

"But he is, after all, Goliath's student."

Ammons raised his eyebrows, showing an indifferent expression.

"So what? Our esteemed 'Witch Demon Minister' hasn't cleaned up enough of his mess?"

Ake was silent for a while, then nodded.

"That's true."

…

Meanwhile, in the Melusine Family's manor, at a familiar time and place, Hell's Intelligence Minister Karamos is sitting at a tea table draped with a velvet tablecloth, enjoying afternoon tea time.

The air is filled with a faint honeyed tea fragrance, and elegant piano music flows slowly through the room.

Everything here is just as it was two months ago, with the only difference being the person sitting opposite has changed from his handsome and elegant old friend to an immortal corpse, filled with a slightly stale smell in the air.

"I didn't expect you would personally come to see me; it seems you've finally made up your mind."

Karamos wore a pleasant smile, his gaze targeting Goliath Soron sitting opposite—his frigid-as-a-tomb Minister of Religion.

Unlike Karamos, Goliath's face showed little expression, and the ghostly green Soul Fire burning within his skull flickered without a trace of fluctuation.

What's more, in front of him wasn't a teacup, but a uniquely shaped censer filled with unidentified powder... or perhaps an urn.

After a rather long pause, the silent corpse finally spoke the first words since meeting.

"…Leave the matter of Sebes to you all."

Seeing he didn't mention Zakro, but rather referred to a trivial role, Karamos subtly raised an eyebrow, a playful smile rising on his handsome face.