Online Meeting

This message naturally stirred a massive uproar among the Demon Lords.

First confirmed: the chilling power of 【Saintess of Light Lucia】 had not fully vanished with her flesh’s demise, persisting instead in a weirder, more uncontrollable form.

This alone kept all frontline Demon Lords from sleep or appetite—Lucia’s strength and resolve were fear etched in demon bones.

What followed, even more heart-stopping: a human could wield and summon this power so casually, even as a sustainable “strategic weapon”!

Holy arts, to demons, were humanity’s trickiest, most unpredictable trump.

Most users faced harsh conditions and heavy costs, reserved for critical nodes in defense—this was why most Demon Lords avoided human incursions, retaining wariness.

No one wanted a sudden holy art to the face.

Now someone used holy arts effortlessly, with such might?! Erasing a Demon Lord so easily!

For any Demon Lord, crushing news—for frontline ones bordering humans, a Damocles sword overhead.

The Ashen Demon Lord’s gruesome death was bloody precedent.

After initial shock, suspicion fell on Vivian’s source.

But overall, Demon Lords would convene to decide near-future actions.

“…So I’m dragged into another meeting.”

Vivian eyed the Demon Lord conference notice from 【Decaying Demon Lord】 Moggs, rubbing her temple.

Truthfully, she only wanted to pass Anis’s intel; she had zero interest in hunts—her territory was swamped, child to raise.

She dreamed of quiet “farming” Demon Lord life, tending her patch, raising daughter safe and sound. Relaying the warning fulfilled “demon kin” duty; no desire for complex hunts or power vortices.

In these weeks, Luna needed less milk, ate simple foods; territory affairs progressed smoothly. Under Vivian’s months of guidance, Aria and Luna handled basics independently, performance decent. Brief absence? They’d manage Evernight City and Luna.

But Vivian worried.

“…Motherhood? Leaving feels uneasy.”

Vivian thought helplessly.

Required attendance likely meant unavoidable follow-ups.

Not all free, so 【Decaying Demon Lord】 Moggs set time; barring war, all attend—one day hence.

Vivian handled affairs pre-meeting, spent time with daughter, until time came.

“All out.”

“Yes, Lord Demon.”

At set time, Vivian inhaled deeply, entered Evernight City’s demon network control spire, dismissing mages and staff.

They filed out; spire empty save Vivian.

“Whew—”

Vivian exhaled, extended finger; thick mana flowed, entering device, channeling consciousness into vast underground network.

That mana strand sped beyond physics, soon reaching massive mana node.

Several powerful mana presences awaited.

“Whew—”

Vivian’s mana surged from node, coalescing, shaping into near-identical yet ethereal energy projection, landing lightly on odd space’s “ground.”

—Like the Demon Emperor’s prior appearance: high-tier demon skill, 【Mana Projection】 and 【Consciousness Projection】.

Where demon network existed, Demon Lord-level demons projected mana consciousness—like the Emperor.

Essentially, online conference.

Landing, Vivian glanced around, spotting familiar 【Decaying Demon Lord】 Moggs and others.

Including Winter Demon Lord Katherine—a tall, mature female Demon Lord radiating biting frost; others bordered Winter and Evernight Territories, adjacent to other races.

Six Demon Lords total—frontline bordering humans. Originally seven.

Ashen Demon Lord dead, one absent.

All present—no objections, 【Demon Lord Conference】 hosted by me.

“No objections.”

“Seconded.”

“Agreed.”

Leading 【Decaying Demon Lord】 Moggs swept ghoul-fire gaze across, lingering on Vivian seconds, nodding. All affirmed his leadership.

Demon Lords stood positions, watching Decaying Demon Lord.

Among them, highest status, strongest: Moggs.

Demon Lords differed; nominally equal, but multi-decision matters defaulted seniority and strength for voice—of course, Vivian’s prior retreat ignored commands, but now different.

No one objected.

Moggs’s war prowess proven; strongest, most senior present—frankly, territories backed onto his 【Decaying Territory】.

War-wise, their “direct superior.”

“Good.” Moggs shifted slightly. “Summoned for known reason. Ashen Territory’s fall extraordinary. Humans birthed extreme variable.”

Voice grave.

“One self-styled ‘Holy Son Charles’ wields unseen taboo art. Summons and drives powerful ‘heroic spirits’ at minimal cost. Sole confirmed ‘creation’: war weapon modeled on ‘Saintess of Phosphorescent Light Lucia’.”