Dungeon Defense (WN)

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Problems occurred elsewhere.

Barbatos listened to my advice, but it wasn’t like every Demon Lord was under my control. Especially a certain Demon Lord whom I had a rocky relationship with at the moment due to a previous argument.

“A republican representative meeting?”

Early winter. I was surprised after receiving a particular official document.

The contents of the document were simple. It was an invitation to every politician, scholar, and artist who represented the continent’s republicanism. They were being invited to a meeting that would be held in the capital of Batavia. Naturally, this kind of meeting was unprecedented.

I muttered begrudgingly.

“What kind of nonsense…….”