Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 940- The Shadow Lurks (3)

Everybody including him thought that the Demon Earl was out of his place to negotiate with the Demon Lord on equal grounds. However, something happened, something that defied all logic and persuaded the Demon lord of Envy to give a verdict that he otherwise wouldn't.

Arctaurus was there, he saw it happen with his own eyes. The suffocating pressure he had felt when the Demon Earl, had walked into the centre of the grand hall.

The atmosphere had shifted then, not just because of the Demon Earl's audacity in claiming the Ghastly Winding Forest, but because of the strange and overwhelming power he carried with him.

The entire gathering had fallen into a deathly silence as the Demon Earl stood before the assembly. Only he spoke during that time. And it wasn't just his presence that unsettled everyone—it was the allies that the Demon Earl had unexpectedly rallied to his side.

Oswell, the young Demon Duke, whose meteoric rise had shaken the foundations of demon society. Less than three hundred years old and already with a [S] tier dungeon to his name, Oswell was a prodigy the likes of which the Demon Continent hadn't seen in a long long years.

The fact that such a figure would align himself with the Demon Earl was shocking enough, but it wasn't just Oswell.

Marchosias, an ancient and fearsome warrior of the past whose powers could only be described as legendary, had emerged out of nowhere to stand with the Demon Earl.

For someone of her stature to take a side in such a political affair was practically unheard of. Her presence alone had been enough to silence any dissent from the lower-ranked demons. Her siding with the Demon Earl had sealed his bid for the Ghastly Winding Forest.

Another abnormality that no one could have predicted.

Is it because of these reasons that he was furious? Why he feels so much discontent to the point of spouting blood right now after hearing the name Ghastly Winding Forest come out?

No, what truly boiled his blood was what had happened next in the Hexennacht—his own personal humiliation.

In the heat of the fateful Hexennacht, Avrox came to him with a suggestion. Finding it excellent, he immediately rode on that idea and challenged the Demon Earl.

He muttered in a low voice. However, it was loud enough for everyone in the hall the hear.

They were all present in the last Hexennacht or had heard it from rumours how the Demon Duke of Wildlands was defeated and his champion stolen by an upstart Demon Earl. If there was anyone who held a massive grudge against the latter, it would be him.

"Gelford you bastard, so you were trying to claim the forest behind my back" Arctaurus turned to face Gelford with a grim look in his eyes.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Gelford felt no need to hide this fact. He nodded his head and openly accepted that he was trying to claim the territory for himself. On that fact, he made many plans to defeat the many obstacles standing in his way.

"Gelford you bastard, so you were trying to claim the forest behind my back" Arctaurus turned to face Gelford with a grim look in his eyes.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Gelford felt no need to hide this fact. He nodded his head and openly accepted that he was trying to claim the territory for himself. On that fact, he made many plans to defeat the many obstacles standing in his way.

"So how goes your plan?" Arctaurus questioned.

"It is as you heard, it was a complete failure"...

The room fell into silence as everyone had a pondering look on their face.

"We need to do something about that Demon Earl, don't tell me that you will take this defeat lying down?"...

"Do you think manipulating the black ogre clan was easy? You don't know how much length I had to go so that Orge King wouldn't notice me. I tried and employed all my resources to make the black ogre clan stronger. However, they still failed me in the end"

Gelford clicked his tongue.