After a few more issues were attended to, the meeting was adjourned and the Demon Lords were released to begin dispensing their duties.
They—with the exception of Desgarion—would all be extremely busy from this point onwards.
They bowed and left the Grand Hall in silence, refusing to defile such a sacred space with so much as a squeak.
However, once they exited the hall and were now a good distance from the entrance, the silence was instantly broken.
"Haaa! His Majesty is as sublime as always!"
The first to speak was—as usual—Lydia!
Despite her horrifyingly blank and bland face, the bubbly tone she used to speak displayed lots of emotion.
"Indeed, he is the epitome of greatness." Lubick spoke next.
His blue-like face was displaying a satisfied smile as he twisted his mustache.
"I shall not fail to meet up to his expectations of me!"
Of course, the only one who could sound so serious—despite the very casual mood—was none other than their commander-in-chief.
