Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

692  Chapter 692- The End of the Event

Over at the sky, Marchoasias' voice echoed through the air.

"Demon Archduke Gareth, you don't have to mind me. I am just here as an observer like all those other Achrdukes watching from the skies here. The only reason I interrupted was because I noticed that the new Demon Lord who has been propagating a new system of diplomacy and negotiation suddenly deviate from his own principles".

"He who was emphasising the importance of fairness and impartiality, to take a verdict like that? It raises questions about the integrity of his judgment and whether external influences are at play. Do not worry, I am not challenging the authority of the Demon Lord of Envy or anything, I just want to ascertain what kind of character the new Demon Lord is and whether he truly intends to fulfil his duty of upholding the principles just like he had said or if his decisions would be swayed by partiality."

Marchosias'words highlighted the discrepancy in Belial's verdict causing the crowd to erupt in hushed murmurs. They all observed in anticipation, their attention focused towards Belial as they awaited his response and his subsequent course of action that will decide the fate of the concerned matter at hand.

Having his true intentions exposed, Belial struggled to compose himself as he felt the weight of the moment upon his shoulders. The Fragments of Envy within him stirred once again, urging him to reconsider his stance and reassess the implications of Demon Earl's actions.

He realized that he stood at a crossroads, faced with a choice that could either make or break the foundation he had been laying up until now.

Caught in a state of uncertainty, Belial glanced towards his father, the Demon Archduke Gareth to seek his guidance amidst the brewing confusion.

"I see, Marchosias, you are not wrong. As the Demon Lord tasked with the duty to lead us, he must ensure that all his decisions are impartial and fair towards all the parties. Belial, it is as Marchosias said. The position of Demon Lord carries great responsibility, and it is imperative that you navigate this situation with wisdom and integrity".

"Remember, the path to true leadership lies in upholding justice and fairness, even in the face of challenges and personal biases."

Gareth spoke recognising the importance of the current situation. Now that Marchosias had interfered, even he as one of the oldest Arcdukes here, could only go along with the other party's intention.

Belial's gaze met his father's and a mental transmission was immediately shared between them.

[Listen well Beaili, my son. The personality of Marchosias is not like this. This is a test from her; no from the Demon Lord she serves, a test to see your character and ability. Rise above your own desires, it is good that you want to create a connection with Duke Arctaurus and Duke Famoon. However, you must not let that cloud your decision right now].

Belial nodded his head in agreement.

"It is as you say Marchosias, I did indeed advocate for a council that was impartial and fair in its decision. In this system, everybody is judged equally whether they be a Demon Duke or Demon Earl".

"As the Demon Lord, I will not let my personal sentiments or any external factors influence my decision. I assure you all, I shall reevaluate my stance and reassess the situation with utmost impartiality".
Belial's voice resonated with determination and resolve as he addressed the gathering once again. The weight of his words and the sincerity behind them captured the attention of the audience.

"After careful consideration and reflection, I declare that the accusations against Demon Earl Simon, the winner of the Ritual of the Blades, are deemed as false and unfounded. It is clear that he is not at fault in the situation regarding the Giga Minotaurus and the alleged theft of an artefact".

"As the winner of the Ritual of the Blades, he rightfully possesses the authority over the outcome, including the fate of the defeated subordinate of Duke Arctaurus. It is not for us to question or challenge his prerogative in this regard".

"As for Duke Famoon, this gathering is not the place to settle personal matters. As a Duke, you must take responsibility for your own actions and seek resolution through proper channels. This Hexennacht is a platform for broader discussions that concern our demon society as a whole, and we must maintain our focus on matters of greater significance".

A mixture of surprise and uncertainty rippled through the venue as the demons processed Belial's firm declaration. While some like the two dukes in question were unresigned and unable to take such a judgement, they nonetheless remained silent.

Others acknowledged the validity of his words, recognizing the traditional rules governing the Ritual of the Blades.

"And Earl Avrox, as a subordinate of Demon Archduke Charxros, your intervention in this matter exceeds your jurisdiction. While I respect the influence and authority of your master, it does not grant you the right to meddle in affairs that fall outside your purview."

The crowd, though initially taken aback by Belial's stance, gradually came to terms with the reality of the situation. It was clear that Marchosias'intervention had a profound impact on the unfolding events, shifting the dynamics and ensuring that fairness and adherence to the established rules prevailed.

Even the Demon lord had no choice but to yield in this matter, after all, nobody wanted to get on bad terms with this female lioness who had a very short temper much less with the master she served.

While demons like Arctaurus, Famoon and Avrox harboured lingering doubts and frustrations, they inwardly conceded that the Demon Earl Simon had been granted a stroke of luck.

The unexpected turn of events, coupled with Marchosias' appearance, had seemingly tilted the scales in his favour, protecting him from suffering any repercussions.

They knew that saying or doing anything more would only worsen the situation for them further as such, they could only glare at Simon murderously before turning around to leave.

"Haha, look at them scurry away with their tails tucked between their legs now. It served them right" Oswell laughed mocking the trio.

Just until a few moments ago those three were being so bold and throwing accusations at them. But now with the intervention of Marchosias setting everything right, he felt like a portion of his frustration was released.

"But still who would have guessed that you are acquainted with Marchosias? If you knew her, you should have asked for her assistance sooner. Though the fact that you are acquainted with the Rpgue Jester is in itself quite surprising" Oswell patted Simon's shoulder in a seemingly victorious mood.

"What are you talking about? Didn't I already tell you that I don't know her? Heck, I haven't even seen her before" Simon now released from under the influence of the fragments, spoke while clenching his hands.

The activation of the Fragments of Pride earlier was a reflex response of his body. They activated because the invectives thrown at him had exceeded a certain limit causing the fragments within him to react.

'The influence was far more powerful than before' Simon grit his teeth. He thought that he had gained some control over the First Fragment of pride. However, with the addition of the Second Fragment, he realised from his earlier outburst that he had lost all control.

It was as if the influence of the fragments had magnified by multiple times, consuming and overwhelming him.

"What? You don't know her? Then why is Marchosias helping you?" Oswell who heard Simon's answer, questioned in shock.

"How would I know?" Simon himself wanted to know the answer. Although he was consumed by the fragments and became a completely different person earlier, he was nonetheless still able to sense his surroundings to know what was going on.

Oswell glanced at the sky silently contemplating something inside his head before speaking up.

"Well if we can't figure out why, it's no use worrying over it. In any case, thanks to her we are out of that conundrum".

Simon nodded his head, due to her intervention, now not only does he not have to suffer such a disadvantageous verdict, but he got to keep the Eye of Enigma and was also able to snatch a powerful subordinate like the [A] Rank Giga Minotaurus from Duke Arctaurus.

Looking at the merry Maybell who seemed to be teaching something to the Giga Minotaurs, no matter how you see it, he had profited greatly.

But why was it that he was feeling that something was not right? This feeling that he had no way of describing, was bugging him and stayed at the corner of his mind the whole time.

Simon couldn't shake the lingering sense that he had been swept up in a grander scheme, entangled in something he had no control of.

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The Hexennacht continued, the grand venue remained abuzz even after the drama started by the Demon Earl had ended.

Demons from far and wide, debated, their negotiations spanning a myriad of topics. From resource allocations and strategic alliances to delving into various ancient and lost skills.

From unravelling the mysteries of ancient texts to tracing lineages, deciphering hidden meanings, and uncovering forgotten realms. The Hexennacht was the place where all sorts of information, facts and figures that concerned their whole Demon Continent were discussed.

Throughout all of this, the echoes of applause and awe reverberated through the grand hall.

As the Hexennacht slowly drew to a close and all important topics were done discussing, the audience shifted into a more informal form of gathering where the crowd flaunted their wares, displaying exotic artifacts, enchanted weapons, and rare treasures they bought forth from the Auction.

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