Chapter 241: Demon Lord (2/2)

'Or not…' Leonel smiled bitterly.

Lancelot stood with an amiable smile, looking over the rest of the group.

”Oh, is this Official Mage Leonel? I've heard a lot about you. That old fogie Lamorak suffered at your hands, huh?”

The man with snake-like eyes narrowed his gaze at these words. It seemed he was only now learning of Leonel's identity.

Leonel smiled, a bit embarrassed.

”I guess you could say his mace was a bit dirtied by my blood.”

Lancelot was a bit stunned by Leonel's response for a moment before he erupted into a boisterous laughter.

It was quite an odd sight to see. Lancelot, with his looks, could play the part of arrogant and pretty playboy perfectly. Yet, he erupted with the same laughter one would expect from a man with wild facial hair and a massive gut.

'Damn, his charisma is affecting even me. No wonder Queen Guinevere fell for him…'

If others knew what Leonel was thinking, he'd probably get sentenced to death where he stood.

Lancelot heavily patted Leonel's shoulder. ”I like you, kid.”

Clearly, he wasn't as reserved toward Leonel as he was toward Lionus.

”Sir Lancelot, is this base experiencing some issues? I noticed that the security was especially high?”

Lionus finally asked the question that had been bothering him. Of course, these weren't at the forefront of his mind, but he could only toss other things to the back.

”Mm, yes.” Lancelot grew serious. ”The Demon Lords have been on the move.”

Lionus grew serious.

The Demon Lords. They were Modred's most trusted subordinates. There were 66 of them in total.

It wasn't that Modred didn't add more, but that Demon Lords would rather slaughter one another to claim their positions. As a result, new Demon Lords would always kill another Demon Lord upon being conferred their title, or die trying. In the end, the number would always be 66.

But, even then, these were many more top experts than Camelot had. If it wasn't for the fact the top experts of Camelot out stripped those of this demonic land by a measure, Camelot would have long since been wiped out.

Lionus frowned. ”What happened?”

Lancelot took a deep breath. ”A new Demon Lord has been appointed. However, this one didn't follow the normal tradition of killing another, causing some unrest within Modred's lands. Now there are 67 Demon Lords, but Modred seems to have taken a liking to this new appointee and is protecting them.

”There's unrest in their ranks now. But, Demons don't display their disatisfaction in the same way we humans do. Rather than pointing their spears toward Modred, they're ignoring the status quo and attacking on their own whim.

”Modred has yet to step in to regain the balance and it's possible that she wants this sort of unrest. Due to this, we've been dealing with constant attacks toward all the border forts. News has already been sent back to Camelot. It's likely that the other big players will be making a move now…”

Just when Lancelot wanted to say more, the ground suddenly began to quake.