Lawrend stood up.
The moment he did so, the forest behind him rustled. His maids came out in unison together with what was left of the Twelve Heavenly Demons.
Each and every one of them had a look of reverence in their eyes. The way they looked at Lawrend was not for a fair ruler or a dictator but for a god. In their eyes, he might as well be a god.
The man who defeated the legendary protector of the demon world, or rather, the man who defeated the vermin that stole the natural laws of the demon world. It was crystal clear that no matter what they think, they owed Lawrend a favor.
"The demon world has lost its initial glory for more than ten thousand years under the iron fist of West. He may be unknown to most of you, but he was the husband of my now-deceased woman, Valentina."
