"We should storm the Academy to destroy the weapon—or better yet, capture it for ourselves."
This suggestion was brought about by none other than Serci, the meathead.
Abellion hadn't asked for her opinion, yet she had impulsively spoken. This caused everyone to stare at her with annoyance.
Once she realized her thoughtless action, the monstrous Demon Lord profusely apologized.
"That's all right." Abellion, the merciful Demon King forgave her on the spot.
"My King, if I may…" Lydia, the one who brought this report, decided to raise her hand.
"What is it? Do you have a suggestion?"
"Yes, my King. Rather than storming the Academy, I believe it would be best to act discreetly. I currently have no idea where the weapon is, but it's also possible that they may transport the weapon to another location while we are invading the school."
Lydia's words were filled with intelligence, so all her colleagues listened with rapt attention.
