Chapter 219
Now that Duke Marianne has been cured of his curse we return to the hallway and head for dinner. The other nobles we pass are all dressed as we are, Summer Casual, so at least the Prince wasn’t pranking us. Most of them look horribly out of place though, like they’re so stuffy that they don’t ever do casual wear.
"There’s more guests here, but I’m not sure when they arrived." The Duke tells me, looking at the table settings. This room is interesting, the far end of the table is down a set of steps, so Nephilim sized guests and human sized ones can all be seated at the same level, as opposed to the Nephilim King who used high chairs to make up the difference. The table is still quite high though, sized for the Demon King, who is quite tall for a human and sits on a throne like chair. Clearly everyone else is expected to adjust to what makes him comfortable.
An incredible level of Kingly flex. I’m impressed.
As if thinking of them Summoned them, both Kings walk in side by side. That’s unexpected, I didn’t know the Nephilim King was going to be here. He’s giving the whole place a look like it smells like a latrine, maybe because of the Unholy Energy, though Nephilim can cultivate it just fine, or possibly because he was required to go to a lower Plane.
The Demon looks stressed by the interaction, giving the impression that negotiations aren’t going well. Then he catches my eyes and lights up like a Christmas tree.
"High Priestess. We’ve been looking all over for you. This Council Representative from the Divine Planes is here to fetch you, and was quite concerned for your safety." He says in a hurry.
"Did you bring big sister to play, or is this all business?" I ask the Nephilim King with a smile and he laughs.
"Business. You disappeared alone for a month with a Divine Relic and the council started to get anxious to retrieve it. They thought the team might have lied when they said you survived the explosion that leveled a city in that other Immortal Realm. I checked myself and it was your power that caused the explosion." He replies, his solemn voice not matching the amusement in his face.
"She did that? That’s impossible, such destruction was assumed to be the result of a high level Divine Cultivator." Prince Ivan interjects and I giggle. Maybe this isn’t the opportune moment to mention it was a cultivation Sect.
"Don’t underestimate this creature. She’s not normal, even for a High Priestess of the Death God. She even turned my own daughter to her side." The King complains. So that’s the real reason he was the one to come. He lost to the puppy eyes.
"My apologies, it’s only been a day in local time. I didn’t realize we had caused a fuss." I bow my head slightly and curtsey.
"We can go after dinner. Do you need a high chair?" he jokes and the Demons look a bit pale, wondering how I’ll take it.