Huge presences appeared one after another in Blanc, the throne of a demon king—in other words, John Blake’s new territory. They numbered over a dozen. It was a ridiculously large number when considering the fact that only six demon kings were visiting Blanc.

The reason for this was the demon kings. They never moved anywhere alone. There were many reasons why, but all of the reasons existed for only one purpose—survival. In order to survive, they could never look weak. Thus, they took the nobles they truly trusted and moved together.

“Have you already gathered? By the way... Wasn’t this only a gathering place for demon kings? I didn’t know there were so many demon kings in the demon world. Can any dog or cow be a demon king nowadays?”

Apart from the new demon king John Blake, Baler was the latest to arrive and moved slowly toward the other demon kings.

“Stop it, Baler. You are the only one who didn’t bring a noble with you,” another demon king countered Baler’s words.

Baler’s smile widened. “It’s not that I didn’t bring one. It is that I don’t have one to bring. Isn’t...