The Demon Monarch System

Chapter 520 Discussing and Coercing

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Since all of their attention was directed towards Apollo and Asmidia's conversation, the others didn't notice when a few more individuals approached the room. At first, there was only one person, but soon after the number grew to be more than 4 people. While Apollo was familiar with some of them such as Valac, as well as an oversized glutton that he recently ran into, the other faces were completely unfamiliar.

However, at a glance, Apollo could tell from the unique fluctuations in their Sin Signature that they were identical to Asmidia and Saehtyn. In other words, some of the newcomers were Lords as well.

Be that as it may, the one who grabbed their attention was Valac as he walked into the forge. Despite his bandaged body and wounded face, he gave a cheeky grin after learning of the topic of the conversation. If there was one thing he wanted to do, it was locate some enemies and release some of his frustrations.

Granted, Valac also understood that some of their enemies were beyond reach for the moment and it was for their protection. Although he was stubborn, oftentimes brazen, and even impulsive, Valac's common sense was by no means lacking. After all, if he were to be a lacking individual, he would have never fit Aztraval's criteria to join the original household.

"Enemies?! I'm all for going on a hunt Master! We can do so right now… Wait… huh?!"

Suddenly, Valac's eyes widened as he turned his attention towards Asmidia. Despite having been in the presence of demons like Tirasha, Sapphyr, and Geneva, Valac had to admit that this female demon was a step above the rest. Until now, he had never been smitten with someone just by looking at them.

Although the women within the Kings were on another level as well, their strength created an impenetrable barrier. While it wasn't an animate barrier, the pressure of their strength deterred all demons from coming close to them. After being thoroughly frightened, none of the members were foolish enough to grow close to them.

Not to mention, because of demonic culture, none of the demons wanted a female mate who was much stronger than them. In their eyes, it was blasphemous for the women to be the one to provide protection in dire situations. It stripped the males of their confidence, resulting in them openly seeking partners who were weaker than them.

"You should close your mouth. With your tongue hanging out like that, you look like a dog," Apollo chuckled while shaking his head with an amused smirk. Truth be told, he expected such a reaction from Valac given his past animated responses. After all, even he had to take a moment to commend Asmidia's beauty, so he doubted that Valac would be completely unaffected.

"A-Ah… Urf… Ahem," Valac sputtered and choked before wiping the drool from his mouth. Afterward, a mischievous smirk appeared across his face as he suddenly appeared by Asmidia with a tentative gaze.

"So, do you find our Lord to be satisfactory? I'm sure he finds you to be. You are an absolutely stunning demon! If he doesn't fit the bill, then I'm sure we can work something out-"

Bang!

Apollo grabbed Valac's head before he could finish and forced into the ground while returning an indifferent yet slightly apologetic gaze to Asmidia. "Don't mind this blubbering buffoon. Due to some mental defects, he's unable to control the nonsense that spews from his unsightly mouth."

"Mm~? But, I found nothing wrong with his words though," Asmidia said with a small giggle, causing Apollo to be stunned for a moment. It appeared his assumptions were far from reality.

'Has the Luxuria influenced her so much that even Valac's nonsense doesn't bother her? Even Tirasha wanted to rip him to shreds after listening to his folly,' Apollo thought to himself while giving Asmidia an incredulous look.

Meanwhile, the forge room rumbled as the glutton took a step and cleared their throat, attempting to gain everyone's attention. As a result, everyone turned towards that direction. Once he received all of their attention, he revealed a grotesque grin with many oversized teeth.

"Now, I'll have you know that this fine Lady will be all mine. She can only know true pleasure in the arms of one who devours for all eternity," Belphegor said with a toothy grin.

However, a disgusted look crept upon Asmidia's face as a cluster of pink haze threatened to weaponize at a moment's notice. "Speak nonsense again and your tongue will no longer allow you to devour. Instead, you'll be searching for its whereabouts for eternities to come."

Once again, in the presence of Belphegor, all signs of Asmidia's previous coquettishness vanished without a trace. Evidently, her detest for this individual was much greater than the influence of her power, resulting in the temporary resurgence of her original personality.

"Tch, how inappropriate. I always receive absolutely terrible treatment. Nevertheless, I didn't come for you. I came because I was summoned and promised," Belphegor grumbled before turning towards Saehtyn and giving the room a brief sniff.

"You've been using your flames here. I assume there's a good reason, such as assisting that boy in forging some eyes? Then, are we to report to you for our rewards and such?" Belphegor questioned.

However, before Saehtyn could provide an answer, another individual walked into the room, except this time, they were accompanied by Xonnomor. "Correct, I have summoned you all here to address the need for quicker production. Sadly, production can't be accelerated unless you all are here."

"I've understood this already because I've long since expected this to happen," Saehtyn responded indifferently before summoning another collection of Sin. "Are we going to resume production this instant because I am more than ready."

"No, give it a moment. Before we begin, I need to know that you all can set aside your differences to fit a timeline. If so, then not only I, but I will also make sure that the entire Council is indebted to you all," Xorgrah professed.

Despite his promise, Saehtyn remained unmoved by his words. Naturally, every Lord present was more than familiar with the behavior of the Council. The odds of Xorgrah's words coming to fruition were abysmal since the Council seldom returned favor.

Fortunately, the Lords didn't care for the favors of the Council. The sole reason for their attendance was the promise of an item, which couldn't be negated since all the material was already in the presence of Xonnomor.

Besides, advancing in progress would be impossible without them, so Saehtyn's wasn't worried about the promise going unfilled. What's more, the promise didn't originate from the Council's members, but from Xorgrah himself, who by default was a trustworthy individual.

"As long as I get some in return that is able to curb the sensation that plagues me everyday, then I'm more than happy. In the meantime, you have some grub? This big ol' belly won't fill itself. Point me to your rations!" Belphegor bellowed while slapping his stomach, causing a hollow echo to blast through the room.

"I concur. I'm willing to help as well despite already possessing an item. One more wouldn't hurt~" Asmidia commented, giving Xorgrah a pleasant smile.

Next, Xorgrah looked towards Apollo will an obscure expression. After their run in, he was sure that these two would have something to offer to the items he intended to create. Sadly, he understood that he was in no position to request anything of these two individuals. Be that as it may, he still had to try.

After all, he was quite curious about the extent of their powers and just how strong it would be if it could be condensed and imparted onto a weapon. Would those weapons still fall within the categorization of the weapons that they'd establish or would something much greater be forged?

The curiosity was overwhelming, leading Xorgrah to take a step forward. "I know my words may be misplaced here, but is it possible for you to assist in this process as well? I know we may not have established a relationship on the best footing, but I overheard that your interest is in protecting the Demon Race. I believe this will be of great assistance."

For a moment, Apollo was silent while giving Fuhrer a meaningful look, as if he was requesting his input. Once he understood the look, Fuhrer opened his eyes and gazed at Apollo while shaking his head. But, not for the reason he previously. After learning of the reason, Apollo delivered the message to Xorgrah.

"I'll have to decline. While I believe it will be of great assistance as well, our power can't be wielded by a normal demon. So, it would be pointless to assist, at least directly. If you're willing to be indebted to be without limitations, then perhaps I'd be willing to work something out with an individual who's extremely talented with the hammer. But, the outcome is beyond my control."

Needless to say, the person Apollo mentioned was Asteroth. However, given the warning of the system, he wasn't sure if it'd be successful. Hence, why Apollo first made Xorgrah vow to be indebted despite the rate of success.

Surprisingly, Xorgrah nodded with a solemn expression, "I'm willing."