The God-Slayer is the Demon King, an existence that is absolutely not to be opposed.
This point was the conclusion reached by those mages and great knights, at the cost of their own fresh blood.
However, there were always foolish fellows who dared to ignore this absolute majesty, these ignorant fools.
The Official Editing Committee was one of them.
In the original work, they were also the ones who controlled that incomparably foolish Goddess's Temple. And this time, although they knew early on about the King's might and irresistibility, they, nonetheless, recklessly wished to find a way to utilize that King.
Perhaps it was having the 'life of the disobedient Susanoo' as their reliance, their courage was disproportionate to their power.
Of course, if they knew that the King's biggest purpose in this trip was those rats in the underworld, they probably wouldn't be so indifferent.
That was a situation critical to the entire island nation.
Just imagine, if multiple God-Slayers and multiple defiant gods were to fight to the death on this small, narrow island, putting aside the outcome, just serving as a battlefield, how much would the island nation suffer?
Immeasurable, unpredictable, but no matter what, it must not be underestimated. If someone were truly angered, it would probably lead to land subsidence.
So, as the greatest crisis in history was about to arrive, they were still fighting each other for that so-called power, living a life of utter self-destruction.
"In short, His Majesty the King intends to incorporate our island nation under his rule."
The woman named Shana Miyasu, or perhaps a tomboy, said so.
"We will absolutely not agree. This decision is simply an insult!"
It was an old man with white hair, but whether it was the vitality he exuded or something else, he was far more vibrant than ordinary people.
That was the vitality of a martial artist. If you also consider his loose clothing and the sharp aura between his brows, he was undoubtedly a family member from a hidden village.
Indeed, from any perspective, this guy could be considered a strong individual.
And what was even more laughable was that those so-called elites, the high-ranking figures in the island nation's magic world, one by one, agreed with the old man's opinion without question.
It was as if they had all been informed in advance.
"Is that so?"
Shana Miyasu slightly looked at the indignant guys one by one, unable to help but reveal a trace of bitterness.
Indeed, among that indignation, how many were truly angry, and how many were just putting on a show to force themselves to take a stance?
However, she had no choice. The Shana clan was by no means the sole dominant force.
This cross-dressing beauty briefly surveyed the meeting room, which could absolutely not be considered spacious.
It was a pity that those who clung tightly to their power were, in the end, still the majority.
Seeing all this, Shana Miyasu also let out a light sigh. She quietly asked the few high-ranking individuals beside her.
"So, what's your opinion?"
Responding to her was a man with a somewhat unkempt hairstyle.
"I, for one, think that since that King has territory in Southern Europe, it's not certain he would even look favorably upon us here."
That was the family head of the Nine Laws family. He appeared serious, but he was an exceptionally condescending fellow.
"Perhaps it's his own decision, as a subordinate."
As he said this, his eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.
However, the hidden meaning in his words was understood by everyone present.
"That's right, even if it's his own intention, we'll just treat it as a private act by a subordinate."
As the head of the Xu City family, that fellow who had risen to such a high position by stepping over countless corpses, was naturally incomparably familiar with such ruthless schemes.
"That King will certainly not risk the entire island nation's magic world for a mere attendant."
The representative of the Qingqiu Academy family, a seemingly overly young man, but whose age had already exceeded a century, lightly tasted the clear water before him.
"Whether you believe it or not, he will definitely make a 'proper' choice."
As she said this, her eyes carried a hint of disdain.
"By then, whether it is or isn't, we can all find room to maneuver."
This was the man behind her, lightly hinting at her next words.
"Only when that so-called King is angered, isn't there still 'Lord Imperial'?"
It was almost a rhetorical question, yet it carried an unprecedented self-confidence.
That was a mistake, foolishness. Enkidu's self-confidence, opposing the glory of the oldest king, was boring.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to all of you."
Shana Miyasu said helplessly, her eyes indeed showing dissatisfaction.
Perhaps, no matter how powerful, no matter how invincible the God-Slayer was, for them, he was indeed not an irresistible existence.
At least, whether it was Lord Imperial in the underworld, or those two, they could contend with him.
So, these foolish fellows arrogantly believed they had nothing to fear.
Only when disaster after disaster descended upon the mainland of this island nation, perhaps then they would realize the extent of their foolish ignorance.
"So, let's finalize this decision here."
Shana Miyasu let out a bitter laugh. Although she knew the God-Slayer's power, for these fellows, who were bribed by the power of the disobedient Susanoo, only the stark reality of bloodshed could truly awaken them.
However, perhaps it really is feasible?
She also mulled over this incomparably foolish plan in her mind. Unbeknownst to her, she had already discarded what little fear remained.
"So, the envoy to welcome that King should also be chosen, right?"
She said faintly. Even though she was just a third-year high school student, having stayed in such an incomparably strange place for so long, she had naturally learned the so-called means of diplomacy.
"Wilhelmina Carmel."
The man named Ganpo Dongma, who had no sense of presence at all, as if he had been erased by human hands, suddenly blurted out that name.
"I think there's no one more suitable than her."
He said softly, but a hint of slyness appeared on his face.
"Fearing that King, hating that King, revering that King, isn't that just perfectly representing Kurotoki's will?"
Listening to his words, everyone else, except for the man from the Wilhelmina Carmel family, showed a hint of dissatisfaction on their faces, but everyone else had an expression of appreciation.
Perhaps, this was the essence of the island people, their inner core.
Finally, Shana Miyasu also couldn't help but sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"So, let's do it this way. Ganpo Dongma will be in charge of this. Any problem?"
She lightly blinked her beautiful eyes, then slowly said with an unquestionable tone.
"I hope that King will not dislike this gift that we offer."
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