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In the deep of night, after a short walk, Duke Granz sat quietly in his office. He sat there in the darkness, with the lights turned off, lost in thought.
He was recalling the conversation he’d had with Owen de Getmora during the guildmaster’s visit not long ago. It was rare for Owen to visit. He only did so when an urgent matter arose, and Duke Granz agreed that it was indeed a pressing issue.
They had discussed a negotiation with the remnants of the Demon Realm.
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“Their condition is that all the leaders must be present at the meeting, not just a representative. They have good information on the leaders of the movement, so if anyone is absent, the negotiations could easily fall apart,” Owen explained.
“This could be a trap,” Duke Granz said.
“In exchange for this, they are willing to allow us to have as much security as we feel we need,” Owen replied.
“Confidence, perhaps,” Duke Granz mused.
“Indeed. After all, their forces massacred Leverier Lanche and the elite holy knights who were with him. They seem to believe they can fend off any possible attack,” Owen said.
“As I’ve said repeatedly, joining hands with the demons is madness,” Duke Granz insisted.
“I agree with you, but the majority of the leaders have already reached a consensus,” Owen responded.
“We don’t know what they’re thinking or what their intentions are. We know too little about them to join hands just because they hold power,” Duke Granz argued.
“I agree wholeheartedly with your opinion, Your Grace. We won’t be able to decide everything at that meeting, and the Demon King won’t act rashly either. Attacking us would be a grave mistake from their perspective,” Owen assured him.
The discussion about whether to ally with the remnants of the Demon Realm and the next Demon King had gone on, but due to the nature of their organization,...
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