"O-What is that bitch doing here?!" Velkan shouted, looking at Vlad.
Originally, the one who had officially summoned everyone was Vlad, who was on alert due to problems related to Demons. So, for Velkan, the one who had extended this 'invitation' to Siren could only be him...
Little did he know, the real culprit was a man eager for a conflict with the remnants who had dared to try and kill him some time ago...
Vlad remained silent, simply because he had no reason to defend himself or those two women. After all, they were more than capable of doing whatever they pleased.
"Quiet, worm," Valentina said, pouring her aura into the room, though focusing solely on the two werewolves. "I believe we all know who's really in charge here, so save your words and bow down." Her eyes gleamed blood-red, flaring like a frenzied flame.
"Stop acting like you own this world, you bloodsucking whore," Velkan shot back. Immediately, everyone turned to look at him...
'He wants to die.' That was the thought running through everyone's mind, from the youngest to the oldest. Even the Rulers of the Human Continents knew about the Legendary God-Slayer, and it was clear to them that this man, the Werewolf King, had a death wish.
"Are you seeing this? He's pretty dumb for a King, don't you think?" Valentina said, nudging Siren with her elbow. She found it so amusing that she almost laughed—and she wasn't the only one. Siren was also holding back a laugh. "Y-Yeah, pfff," she giggled softly.
"I wonder what he'll do when my husband arrives," Valentina said, heading towards her seat. Siren followed suit. "I hope he lives up to the hype," Siren commented. "Oh... he will, trust me."
Valentina's smile even made Siren a little uneasy.
She'd heard so much about him for so long that the suspense and mystery were unbearable. Well, Valentina was working hard to... get a chance to bring this woman to their side. Even though she didn't like sharing her husband... it was probably the best option to make him stronger.
She wanted Siren to teach Dante some of her unique techniques, just as Valentina had done years ago when she began training Dante.
Before Valentina could finish her thoughts, a woman approached her. "Rose, greet the Mistress," Rose bowed to Valentina.
Vlad, who was watching, immediately furrowed his brow. "How have you been, my disciple?" Valentina asked, smiling, confirming something... that not even Vlad knew...
'Her!! She's been watching me? That bitch! How long has she had a spy? Why?!' Vlad couldn't even process it—how did she have a disciple? This woman?
"Everything's been fine... although I met... your husband," Rose said, hesitantly. After all, it was hard to predict how Valentina would react, but she simply smiled. "Oh, good... Did he lay his eyes on you?" Valentina asked, and the answer was...
"I'm not sure about that, Mistress," Rose replied.
"I see. Probably so, you're his type. It's fine, just make sure to keep training, alright? You seem a bit weaker than usual." Valentina said, and Rose gave a crooked smile. "We were attacked in Yharnam... I had to use most of my power to protect Ophis," Rose explained. "I see, that's fine then," Valentina responded, being surprisingly...
"I know... it's just my first time attending something like this... Adam used to prefer bringing his children before..." Aldria murmured, but Voralith supported her by holding her arm, and both made their way to their seats.
"Empress," the Hero King, Lyan, bowed. "My condolences for your loss in recent months," he said. He knew about the deaths of Adam and Ethan... well, everyone did.
"Th-thank you..."
"Entering, the Queen of Witches, Alice Arcano, and her companion... Morgana Scarlet," the maid announced, and once again, two women appeared. "Looks like the best part hasn't arrived yet," Morgana muttered, noticing that he still hadn't shown up.
"Tsk, stop thinking about your husband," Alice whispered. "I'm talking about what's good. You should experience his charm too," she remarked as she walked to her seat.
"Hello, girls, where's our husband?" Morgana asked, directing the question mostly to Voralith, who was the most responsible of the group. "He wants to play," Voralith replied. "Oh... I see."
"Entering, the Ruling Queen of the Demi-Humans, Rhiannon Black, and her daughter, Katarina Black," the maid announced. Both red-haired women with cheetah-like ears entered, wearing black dresses as they surveyed the room.
"So many powerful beings!" Rhiannon thought, seeing so many strong women. "Control yourself, Mom," Katarina nudged her excited mother. "We don't want the world to end in a war because you wanted to fight," she added.
"Tsk! I'm the mother here, not you!" Rhiannon retorted, and Katarina sighed. "Why is Dad so lazy?" she muttered, feeling like she shouldn't even be there.
Both took their seats, and soon, only one person was missing.
"Of course... He would come last, wouldn't he?" Titania murmured, knowing exactly who was missing, and that this person could not be absent.
"I wonder why I still subject myself to this," Vlad said, sensing that something was off.
"Well, let's accept it... At least he has style," Baskev murmured, feeling the shift in the atmosphere.
There were almost thirty people in the room, and all of them were strong enough to know that something big was happening... something truly significant was coming.
A devastating aura passed through the portal, so immense that several of the rulers were left completely stunned, unable to comprehend such power. It was like a storm of chaos.
"Entering the hall... The one who bears the title of Progenitor of Hell, the Demon King of Devastation, Dante Scarlet." As Dante stepped through the portal, everyone immediately turned to look at him. Various emotions were felt: anger, hatred, envy, lust, greed... So many mixed feelings. But what truly stood out was the reaction when his companion entered.
"As his companion, the Progenitor Goddess of All Demons... L-Lilith Scarlet." The narrator almost fainted reading the names on the card.
The reaction to seeing the demon walk through the portal could be nothing other than...
Fear.