Cries and pleadings of the officials filled the hall. The princes were all seated silently, all their thoughts unknown. Even the usually frivolous fourth prince whose birthday had been ruined sat in his spot quietly.
''Everyone…'' The demon lord's voice caused the court to quieten as they waited like a pack of wolves, awaiting their alpha's decision, ''Our towns, our realm, and our subjects must not fall in the clutches of any humans or ghosts.''
His words seemed to have filled the demons with hope as they waited for the man to continue.
''However, despite being capability, these treacherous dead humans managed to bring harm to the crown prince.''
Some collective concerned gazes shot towards the crown prince Lucian and on the same hand, a trail of hateful looks landed on Lareina.
Not ghosts, but 'treacherous dead humans'. If the demon lord was not intentionally digging her grave by phrasing it like that then she did not know what else it was.
