It was a girl wearing a servant outfit.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked this way.
The girl smiled coldly and moved her lips.
“Because we are larger in number.”
“……An individual’s opinion can be respected even in a society where majority logic is in common use. It is possible as long as one has even the smallest of refinement and consideration.”
“Oh, do you really think so?”
The servant lightly tapped the back of her hand. Promptly, another black coffin opened up and a figure rose.
This time it was a man with the head of a wolf. It was a werewolf. The man growled deeply.
“That is possible when the minority has a decent amount of strength. However, in the demon world which we live in, there are at least over 470 orc tribes while there are only 2 remaining werewolf tribes. If disharmony were to happen between the two races, do you think that the millions of orcs would show consideration to the merely hundreds of werewolves? One could only plead for the orcs to have a decent amount of refinement and consideration.”
“……”
The werewolf whistled.
As soon as he did so, all the remaining coffins opened up at the same time.
Each coffin had one person. A total of 33 personage raised their bodies.
Among them, an old gentlemen approached this way.
“The minority requires strength, Torukel. Especially someone like me, who is in a race with only two other vampires remaining, I have to be more cautious of my surroundings.”
“…… Ivar Lodbrok.”
A sigh came from my mouth.
That was his power as a true vampire and a puppeteer.
The ability to move his conscious to his slaves whenever he pleased.
Ivar Lodbrok had 32 slave dolls. Hence, it was possible for him to do 32 different tasks whenever he wanted. It was a closely guarded secret that only I, among the executives, knew of.
The demon world was currently controlled by the Demon Lords. No matter how rich you were, there was always the danger of being purged by the true people in power. That was why a person would have to set up safety precautions. That was what Ivar Lodbrok’s 32 slave dolls were.
Even if a Demon Lord were to threaten us, Ivar Lodbrok could move his conscious around his slaves and stay alive till the very end. That was why Ivar Lodbrok hid these dolls in absolute secrecy. A secret that Demon Lords must not know.
……Although, seeing the way he behaved, it felt like half the reason he did it was because it was a hobby.
“Hm. Everything seems to be fine.”
Ivar, with a satisfied air around him, patted the dust off his body.
“I was worried that a problem might occur because it had been a long time since I had moved my conscious around. I couldn’t be more refreshed.”
“That is a relief. After I was forced to witness an old man act like a young girl, my eye sockets and earholes ended up rotting. I mean, why are you so adept at copying how a little girl talks?”
Ivar Lodbrok raised his shoulders.
“What am I supposed to do when the consciousness is affected by the body?”
Ivar shrugged.
“I request for you to understand, Torukel. In order to deceive the Berbere Sisters, acting is essential. They still do not know that Beatrice was taken by me.”
“Okay, that’s fine for the witches. But why did you have to behave like a girl and add honorifics while in front of me?”
“Of course, to enjoy watching your facial expression rot whenever I used honorifics.”
“Then it was your hobby!”
Ivar let out a laugh.
After laughing for a period of time, he became serious.
“…… Torukel. Think carefully. Even if they were to kill Andromalius, Demon Lord Dantalian gets no profit.”
“What?”
“For a short, short period of time he will receive popularity from the citizens. But if you looked at it long-term, then the loss is going to be tremendous. The fact that he had taken an outcast as a lover will remain as a smudge and continue to dirty his reputation. In conclusion, his political life will be shortened. He will be choking his own neck.”