Chapter 90: The Brimstone Family (1/2)
Vol 3: Prologue (2)
In a secret section of the Brimstone family's castle, the Brimstone castle. A private meeting was being held by half of the top elders in the family, alongside the highest-ranking members of two of the most important divisions in the family. The head of Information Aamon Val Brimstone and the head of the specialized assault unit, Izabel H. Brimstone.
Present was also the former head of the specialized assault unit, Citrus H. Brimstone alongside five of the ten elders of the Brimstone Family, while seated at one of the head seats of the long stone table was the current head of the Brimstone Family. The Demon lord Malik Vyle Brimstone.
At this moment, however, the room was deathly silent. It was so quiet that even the breathing of everyone present here could be heard loud and clear. They all stared at the holographic projection in the center of the table in disbelief, even Citrus had a look of surprise on her face which soon warped into something more ugly and unsightly.
The tension in the room rose before it was suddenly broken by a crisp voice. ”Alright, that's enough. Aamon, finish your report.” Malik spoke in a stern and curt tone that snapped everyone awake from their daze. Marquis Aamon bowed slightly at the demon lord before continuing his report.
”As you all had seen. The report was accurate, this makes the failure to capture the Nymph even more damaging. Not only is the female demon a possible member of one of the Five, but she may also even be at the level of a Demon Duke. Adding a behemoth who can enter the demon king's castle at will and it becomes even more of a problem.”
Aamon adjusted his monocle and continued, ”Luckily lady Izabel was smart enough to recognize the severity of the situation and send one of her aides out to Winged City to find out more from that Aur fellow since the Zorak family's scout safe zone is closest to the castle.”
”Have we received a response from the
riff-raff?” Demon lord Malik suddenly asked after mostly remaining quiet the entire meeting. Marquis Aamon then nodded and replied. ”Yes my Lord, we've just received the response this morning. However, judging by his demands, I reckon the Zorak family has even less information than we do in this matter, we were lucky in that aspect.”
”I see...” Demon lord Malik nodded and leaned back into his chair. He closed his one good eye and thought for a moment before speaking again. ”So, what do you all think should be our next step? how do we approach this?”
Citrus was completely ignoring everyone in the meeting and only seemed to want to bother the dejected Izabel. The other five cloaked figures whispered amongst themselves before Marquis Aamon spoke first. ”If you would permit me, my Lord. I have a suggestion.”
”Hmm... Go ahead.”
”Capturing the Nymph is still very important and I suggest we add capturing this unique behemoth to the top of our list as well. However, we must proceed with caution, according to our intel they've been inside the barrier for several days already and we have no idea what treasures they must've found in the castle already. I also suggest we try to entice him into our family with the title of a demon Duke.”
”Outrageous!”
”Insolence!”
”What nonsense is this!”
”You dare ask us to make an outsider the same rank as an elder!”
Furious growls and scoffs went off in the meeting room as all five elders were sent into a blazing rage by Marquis Aamon last suggestions. They went on to attempt to berate the lowest-ranked in the room, only to be immediately silenced by a resounding blow to the sturdy stone table, making more cracks on it.
”SILENCE!” Demon Lord Malik suddenly bellowed and the room went dead silent. ”Marquis Aamon, I take it you have a good reason for making such a bold suggestion.”
”Yes my Lord.” Marquis Aamon then went on to recount the report on the destruction of the Tier 5 magic beasts by that behemoth alone. ”I believe he is easily amongst the strongest behemoth this family has ever seen and including the fact that he has access to that castle, I say his value far surpassed that of just the title of Demon Duke. If I had my way I would bestow him a region to govern and even offer him a few maidens from the branch families as his concubines and lady Izabel as his bride.”
”Stop!”
Those sudden words were not aimed at Marquis Aamon, rather they halted two Detachable Demon Blades that had already drawn a drop of blood from Marquis Aamon's neck. Citrus had already appeared in front of him before anyone knew it, as she crouched upon the stone table with two daggers that had a sinister shine to them with masterful curves. They were connected by a chain that went through her robes as they wrapped around her slender waist.
The blades were only inches away from the Marquis's neck, they pressed at him from both sides that even a slight push by this young girl would take off the head of a Tier 4 mage. Her killing intent alone made him freeze and cold sweat was starting to drip down his back. If the voice of Demon lord Malik had not stopped her before she could finish the job. There was no doubt in his mind, he would've died without realizing why.
”The next time you speak about Izabel in that tone again. No one will be able to keep your head attached to your body.” Her disrespectful tone was like a matter of fact. Even in the presence of the current demon lord, she had still declared that no one could stop her and no one in the room disagreed with her.
She walked across the table and returned to her seat and Marquis's Aamon just collapsed on his chair the moment the pressure was lifted, his legs still trembling in fear even though his facial expression hadn't changed much.
Demon Lord Malik sighed in exasperation as he spoke. ”I understand your point of view Aamon, so I'll keep your suggestion in mind. Now then, does anyone have any other suggestions?” His gaze swept across the entire room and he acknowledges their silence as a no. ”Very well then... Izabel.”
”Y-Yess sir!” She stuttered as she shot to her feet at the mention of her name. It was already obvious to everyone that she had been anxious the entire time, especially since marquis Aamon kept picking on her failure the entire meeting.
”I will give your specialized unit another opportunity to redeem yourselves. Don't fail me.”
”Thank you, Sir.”