Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 801: The Covenant of Merogas

The northern part of the demon world.

Naika Island, Demon King's Palace.

When the first rays of dawn penetrated the clouds and fell on the Regent's Hall on the east side of the palace, Regent Merogas was already handling government affairs at his desk.

She sat on a throne inlaid with obsidian and scarlet sapphires, holding the sharp black demon eagle feather pen in her slender fingertips.

The face of Lord Blasphemy was as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was a sense of awe between his brows, as if he was examining the queen of his own country.

"Ugh."

Not long after, she let out a sigh, closed the document in front of her and put it next to her hand.

Merogas stroked his chin and looked at the official letter in boredom.

After relaxing, she lost her previous composure and seemed to have been intermittently restless for the past two days.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Blasphemy, my Lord."

A demon in a pitch-black cloak appeared silently at the far end of the hall.

The spy's slender and agile figure was like a black cheetah, almost blending into the shadows.

Merogas sensed the presence of someone coming.

She raised her head casually and looked directly at the spy.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say."

Melogas looked at his most trusted confidant, wondering why the other party came to disturb him. Logically, he didn't have any tasks to do in the near future.

The princess is no longer in the Demon King's City Nakalis, and the rest of the great demons are all well-behaved and obedient. The Holy Spirit Kingdom and the Honing Empire are surprisingly harmonious.

The spy took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head.

"Sir, I am here to report an important matter."

The spy did not dare to be rude and cast a barrier to block detection, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Merogas tapped the tabletop lightly with his jade-like fingertips and cast a shielding barrier himself, with no expression on his face.

"Okay."

She said.

"The principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy that you asked us to pay attention to has made some moves in the demon world."

The spy's head dropped even lower, and his voice became quick and nervous.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the usually calm and composed Merogas stared at the spy.

She did instruct her subordinates to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy, and not to let other blind demons provoke him and provide him with convenience.

But Merogas didn't expect that he had just returned to the Demon King's Castle for one day, and Pope Saint Polante, who had just taken office disguised as the principal, had already made a move.

But if you think about it carefully, it was Pope Saint Polante who was called by Calliera, and Pope Saint Polante made a friendly appearance as the principal of the Purgatory Cloisters Academy. In fact, the Pope should indeed return to the Holy Kingdom of Saint Polante to do his real work.

Thinking of this, Melogas couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although she was too proud to go to Purgatory Corridor Academy to see the principal in the short term, if time went on and the principal stayed in Purgatory City Pascual, she, as the regent, might have some official business that forced her to go to Purgatory City to see that guy.

"That Phantom Demon left the Purgatory City of Pascual alone last night, and rode the Purgatory City's Demon Realm Flying Dragon, heading towards the Demon King City of Nakaris at a rapid speed."

The spy's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He observed the darkening aura of Merogas and continued to report with forced calmness.

"Also, this morning, after the secretary of Purgatory Corridor Academy came to work, a communication was sent over there, which seemed to convey the principal's intention to request to see you."

click!
When Melogas heard this, the back of his originally fair hand turned blue due to excessive force, and he broke the pen in his hand.

She opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes became dark and unpredictable.

The Regent's Hall became unusually quiet, with only the sound of an unstable heartbeat.

The spy didn't dare to look up, he only felt the cold sweat on his back soaking through his clothes.

Her master, Melogas, always killed based on his mood, and she couldn't guess whether the overly emotional Melogas would suddenly attack at this moment.

"You said, he wants to see me...?"

Melogas covered his chest to prevent his heart from jumping out of it.

The Pope actually came alone, not to send the princess back. More importantly, he specifically came to look for me?

"Yes, do you need me to refuse for you?"

The spy answered briefly and firmly.

She understood that Melogas had been in a bad mood for the past two days since he returned from Purgatory City.

Fortunately, the news of the princess's escape did not leak to the ears of other great demons. This would have been a scandal enough to shake the royal power and would have inevitably shaken Merogas's prestige and status among the demons.

It seems that Lord Blasphemy compromised with the princess and agreed to let her stay in Purgatory City.

This incident must have been the fuse that caused Qing's irritability. These subordinates dared not make any mistakes in recent times.

"Refuse? Are you kidding! Invite him to the Demon King's Palace to see me, and don't be rude to him."

Merogas asked his subordinate in surprise, tapping the table with his slender fingertips in annoyance as he gave the order.

"As you command, I will blaspheme your Excellency!"

Upon hearing this, the spy agreed hastily as if he had been pardoned.

Although she was also confused, Lord of Blasphemy Melogas seemed to be in a good mood again, so she just had to do as Melogas ordered.

"Go quickly."

Merogas waved his hand impatiently.

The spy retreated like a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in the hall.

The huge hall returned to silence again.

Merogas looked out the window towards Purgatory City with an expressionless face. The episode just now seemed to be just an insignificant little ripple, but the anxious fingers that she stroked her scorpion tail revealed the turbulent waves in her heart.

She looked down at her clothes, thought for a moment, dropped the documents, stood up and walked towards her bedroom. Her steps were full of strength as she walked along the corridor of the Demon King's Palace.

……

Tens of minutes later.

Naika Island, the capital of the Demon Realm, it has been two hours since sunrise and it is cloudy today.

The sky above the island was shrouded in mist, while the ground was filled with dusk. This ancient demon city-state seemed to be sleeping on the edge of time, waiting for the arrival of a new day but always in the last second of the night.

The royal palace stands majestically in the heart of Naikalis, near the coast of Naika Island.

The plinth level of the front square serves as a reception and security check area, connected to Coast Avenue, and is open to the public most of the time, allowing demons to visit and learn about the history of the demon world.

In the past, the order here was strict, but this morning the buildings around the Demon King Nakaris's Palace were closed to officials.

Only a few demon nobles with important business can walk up the long steps in the square in front of the palace to enter the Demon King's Palace, pass through the long corridors of the palace, and handle their indispensable routine work.

The first floor contains the regent's hall, offices and rest areas for the nobles. It is also the core area for the palace's internal work and conference activities.

As for the second floor and above where traffic is prohibited.

Only members of the royal family, summoned guests and the regent are allowed to enter.

The second floor at this time.

"Mr. Principal, Lord Merogas is waiting for you."

A spy who looked like a palace attendant was walking with the phantom demon on the corridor on the second floor, and the sound of light conversations could be heard from time to time.

She used to dress like a spy, and sometimes she would dress up as a court maid for work purposes.

She still had great respect for the principal of Purgatory Corridor Academy. Putting aside his position as principal, Lord Blasphemy's order was for her to treat him well.

It's just that the principal could see the right direction before she led the way, as if he had been here before and was just revisiting the place.

"Thank you, that's a big help."

Lanqi thanked the court ceremonial officer.

The corridor was spacious and bright, with ancient demonic oil paintings hanging on the walls and sculptures and antiques placed on both sides, all of which looked quite familiar to Lanqi.

He saw Siglee off last night, went to the Demon King's Royal Restaurant for dinner, and then set off for the Demon King's Castle.

Lanci let Hyperion stay in the Purgatory Corridor Academy to play with her best friend Lysandra, and gave Lysandra a week's paid leave, allowing her to play with the princess casually every day.

The home had to be placed in the safest place, with only a portable cat bag and Talia in a possessed state.

As soon as he arrived at the Demon King's City Nakalis this morning, Merogas's men came to pick him up and take him to the Demon King's Palace.

This court ceremonial officer who he had never met before seemed to be very capable in his job, not inferior to the previous ceremonial officer Lisandra. However, Lisandra had a kind of gentleness of the Kaliela clan, while the ceremonial officer in front of him had the restrained temperament of the Merogas clan of the Demon King's Army Special Forces.

"You're welcome."

The palace attendant thanked him with a slightly relaxed look.

The principal was wearing a long coat with a formal suit underneath, and a silver mask on his waist. I don't know where this custom came from.

His race is the Phantom Demon Clan. Like the previous regent, Kaliela, he was born with light silver hair and an aura of magical illusion.

The silver-white mask was obviously not of the style of a demonic mask. Even when viewed from the side, it had more of a religious style similar to that of humans, with soft lines, a tranquil expression, and a compassionate look between its eyebrows.

She had originally been worried that the principal, who was considered a friend by Lord Blasphemy Merogas, was also a big shot with a rather scary personality, but she had not expected that he would be so easy-going, not at all like a high-ranking demon.

As they walked around the corner chatting easily.

I saw a figure standing in front of me.

Lights dotted the corridor carpet. Melogas was wearing a dark black dress as dark as the night sky. Her hands were covered with black silk gloves. Her long hair was tied behind her head, and each strand was carefully woven. Some of her hair was gently draped over her shoulders.

The palace attendant's footsteps braked suddenly, and his eyes twitched.

She almost didn't recognize her Lord of Blasphemy, Lord Merogaz.

It was clearly not like that two hours ago when I was blaspheming you.

"Just bring him here."

Lord Blasphemy Merogas spoke in a cold tone and glanced at the court attendants.

She saw through her subordinate's rude thoughts, but she was too lazy to care about it today.

"Yes, my lord."

The palace attendants saluted respectfully and then quickly retreated.

"Come on, I'll take you to the living room next."

Melogas did not show any sign of being more familiar with the Pope than he had been when they last parted.

She returned to her usual indifference.

Consider Pope Saint Paul as an enemy.

Melogas turned and walked forward.

"Ms. Melogas, you can just treat me as a fellow demon now. I won't fight you."

Lanqi followed her with a smile and said to her.

"Calling me Miss Melogas again? Never mind. I don't want to reason with you. I can't beat you."

Melogas preached in a pretentiously aloof and distant tone.

She didn't even turn around.

But to be honest, she had never acquiesced to other demons calling her that.

If you think about it carefully, it is not realistic to ask Pope Saint Polante to call her "Lord Melogas", so he can only call her "Miss Melogas".

Merogas walked straight to the reception room in the east wing of the palace.

The Phantom Demons followed two steps behind her.

Under her long skirt, Merogas moved her feet as if sliding on the chalk floor, maintaining the dignity of a demon regent and walked steadily to the door.

She stretched out her slender and pale hand and touched the surface of the door with her fingertips. Merogas was full of curiosity about the purpose of this Phantom Demon man's visit, but he maintained the reserve and vigilance of a regent.

The reception room is located on the easternmost side of the palace, separated from the Regent's Hall in Merogas by only a wall.

Two huge doors inlaid with titanium crystals from the demon world automatically slid open to the sides, revealing the interior of the reception room.

Melogas gestured sideways, inviting him in, distant but polite.

Lanqi nodded slightly and stepped into the negotiation place decided by Merogas.

His eyes quickly scanned the furnishings in the room.

The floor of the reception room was paved with black marble, engraved with intricate silver patterns that looked like the boundless starry sky of the demon world. In the center of the room stood a long table carved from dragon bones, the tabletop covered with a dark velvet tablecloth.

The meals had already been prepared upstairs. In addition to tea, there was also the crispy outside and tender inside Hell Lava Bread served with Warcraft cheese and jam made from Nakalis Black Rose. It smelled sweet and delicious.

Lanci sat on the sofa, and Melogas bent down and sat opposite him.

Melogas shifted slightly, adjusted the position of his round buttocks, and moved the scorpion tail behind the chair so that it was not pointed at him.

"Tell me what you want to do with me."

Melogas said absentmindedly as he looked out the French window at the garden.

"No, why is she so normal?"

Talia called out to Lanqi with doubts in her mind.

She had the impression that the Lord Melocas who had blasphemed that night was a pure lunatic.

Today, he seemed unable to say anything against the Lord of Blasphemy, and he was just a cold and rational demon regent.

Could it be that this bitch was pretending to be reserved and ladylike in front of Lanqi?

"You seem to have too much malice towards Merogas."

Lanqi responded to Talia with his mind and smiled.

"I hate her so much! Don't be fooled by her appearance!"

Talia felt uncomfortable just thinking about Merogas.

If Lanqi hadn't come to ask Merogas for help, she would definitely not want to see her.

Even though she was hiding in Lanci's body and didn't need to meet Merogas, Talia felt very uncomfortable.

"Master, don't worry, I will deal with her, you don't need to show up. Miss Melogas is indeed the most powerful person of this era, and I need her strength."

Lanci said to Talia in a reassuring tone.

"..."

"Why do you use honorifics with her but never call me 'Miss Talia'?"

Talia suddenly discovered the problem.

"Master, you have a different sense of maturity and a different generation. It's inappropriate to address you like this."

Lanci replied politely.

"me!"

Talia listened to Lanqi's sincere words and wanted to push him onto the sofa on the spot, but she didn't dare to show up to see Merogas, and she didn't even want to leak her magic and let Merogas smell her scent.

Why is it that even Merogas is younger than her in Lanqi's heart? !
Talia was filled with resentment, but now she was in a dilemma and had no place to vent.

She feels so uncomfortable!

There's a bug with Ranchi!
In the humid garden outside the window, there are rare demonic plants planted, including blood-red roses that can devour magic power, violets that can release hallucinogenic poison gas, and mandrakes that can peek into people's hearts. Several demonic butterflies are dancing among the flowers, and the sound of insects can be heard in the living room from time to time.

Melogas waited for the Pope's response, then calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Melogas, can you help me?"

Lanqi clasped his hands together, placed them on his knees, and asked her solemnly.

"what?"

Melogas tilted his head slightly in melancholy, as if he didn't understand what the other person said, and his dark hair slid down silently.

She had never expected that Pope Saint Polante would come to ask her for help, which surprised her and made her feel a little bored.

Pope Saint Polante actually needs other demons to help him?
"I need your help."

Lanqi repeated it again, staring at her for confirmation.

"That won't do. I am the regent of the Demon Realm. I cannot betray the Demon Realm for your request. Even if you force me to do it, I will never agree to it."

Lord of Blasphemy Merogas was sizing him up and seemed dissatisfied with his straightforward request, even pretending to have a hostile tone in his voice as if a fight was imminent.

The Pope came here in person to talk to her and ask for her help. He would undoubtedly make some extremely excessive demands, such as asking the Demon World to waive tariffs on the Holy Spirit Kingdom, or borrow an exaggerated debt, or directly take technology and materials from them.

"I am also from the demon world. How could I ask you to do something that would harm the demon world?"

Lanqi felt that Melogas was too nervous today, and asked her with a helpless smile.

"Uh."

"The Demon Realm is my second home. If it weren't for the Demon Realm, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"Then I believe you."

Merogas discovered that Pope Saint Porant still remembered the old times and had such a sense of belonging to their demon world.

She felt more at ease.

I felt a little disappointed.

She had already imagined how she had been humiliated in every way by Pope Saint Polante after her defeat.

As a result, this kind of thing never happened.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

After Melogas thought for a while, she tapped the rim of the cup with her index finger and asked casually.

Anyway, it is probably about strengthening the cooperation between the Demon Realm and the Church of Saint Polante, rather than an overly unilateral treaty.

She has now come to terms with it. As long as it does not infringe upon the treaty with the Demon Realm, even if the benefits to the Demon Realm are close to zero, she will just agree to it. Who told her that her fists are not as strong as others? She can only endure the humiliation and wait until she can defeat the Pope before going to him to get her money back with interest.

It is nothing but a daydream to expect the Pope to be foolish enough to tear up the peace treaty with the Honing Empire and let the Demon Realm reap the benefits.

"Come with me and destroy the Horning Empire."

Lanci stated his demands directly.

"puff!"

Melogas almost lost his seat.

She took out her handkerchief and covered her mouth. She had never lost her composure like this before.

"Pope, are you crazy?!"

Merogas adjusted his sitting position and covered his open mouth with his hands.

If she hadn't constantly reminded herself to remain dignified in front of this person, her eyes would have been wide open and she would have been blinking continuously.

She didn't think Pope Saint Polante was joking. He had the same serious expression and tone when he let her go in Purgatory.

"Melogas, do you know the Mirror of Tiberius?"

Lan Qi asked her.

"……certainly."

Melogas narrowed his eyes and his expression became calm.

She had always wanted to know where this super ancient artifact was, but apart from the former Demon King, Kaliera was probably the only one in the entire demon world who knew the answer.

After analyzing it for a moment, the Pope Saint Polante in front of us may also know it.

"It's actually at the bottom of the Purgatory Corridor Academy. That's why Kaliela called me here. I'll ask you to keep this sacred object safe from now on. I used the Mirror of Tiberius three times and saw that the Horning Empire is now brewing some terrible things..."

Lanci told her the answer frankly and shared with Merogas most of the information he had obtained from the Mirror of Tiberius.

"..."

Melogas listened with his eyes open, a little distracted.

Although these words seem to tear apart the hypocritical veil of world peace, they sound absurd and crazy.

But she believed that what Pope Saint Polante said was absolutely true, and everything seemed to match up with reality. The more she listened, the more shocked and angry she became.

Or maybe there was no need for the Pope to lie to her. She would be able to find out the truth in the next few days. Even if she did nothing, the Pope would go to the south in person to help her uncover the truth.

This group of damn vampires actually want to destroy their demon world!

Until the living room was quiet for a long time.

"I can understand that your Saint Polante Church wants to attack the Horning Empire and also wants to drag our Demon Realm into it, but what if I refuse you?"

Merogas asked Lanci in a negotiating manner.

The best plan for her is to let the Holy Spirit Kingdom fight to the death, and let the Demon World reap the benefits.

"No, I will openly break with the Holy Spirit Kingdom and destroy the Horning Empire in my own name, but my power is limited. I need you big demons to disguise yourself as my familiars to help me."

Lanci preached to Merogas.

Merogas was stunned.

She changed her mind and thought that if the Pope had gone through three simulations of the Mirror of Tiberius, his understanding of the future might be far better than anyone else. He must have discovered that only by doing this could they break the vampire's plan and minimize sacrifices.

Merogas analyzed the entire situation and it was true. Only if the Pope went crazy could the vampires accept and condone his massacre in the Horning Empire, and then misjudge the Pope's situation and wait to hunt down the exhausted Pope.

"At the end of everything, the Horning Empire will launch a large-scale expedition to the north. The Saint Polan Empire will block everything for you. The Demon Realm will have at least a hundred years to recuperate. I also guarantee that the Saint Polan Empire will never do anything to harm the Demon Realm during the hundred years. The Land of Eternal Night will be left to you."

Lanci added, offering Merogas his full deal.

The Land of Eternal Night serves as a transition zone between the Demon Realm and the Holy Spirit Kingdom. It originally belonged to the orcs, but now the orcs are extinct. The Little Stone City side is mostly populated by humans, while the Little Night City side is mostly populated by demons. However, neither city-state belongs to the Demon Realm nor the Holy Spirit Kingdom.

The two sides have never had any dispute over the ownership of the land over the years, but they are both aware of the value of this land of eternal night to the Demon World and the Holy Spirit Kingdom. Sooner or later, conflicts will arise over the ownership and division of the land of eternal night.

For a proud demon like Merogas who is determined to become the Demon King, she takes the deal as seriously as a demon princess like Talia, and once a deal is made, one can trust Merogas to abide by it.

"But what good will this do for you?"

Lord of Blasphemy Merogas thought for a while and asked Lanqi in confusion.

Even though this can reduce sacrifices, the lives of those ordinary people are honestly irrelevant to Pope Saint Polante, a unique creature who has entered the realm of gods. There is no need for him to harm himself in this way.

There is nothing in return except infamy.

"As long as I can protect the Holy Spirit Kingdom and the Demon Realm for thousands of years, I am willing to do so."

Lanci looked at Merogas and spoke out what Lanclos was thinking.

He extended his white-gloved hand to Merogas, as if there was no point in saying more and just waiting for her final answer.

This is both a proof of the covenant and a papal oath.

for a long time.

Melogas bit his lip and tilted his head, neither agreeing to the Pope's request.

"Melogas, for the sake of my fellow demons, please help me."

Lanqi lowered his posture a little and pleaded.

"you……"

When Melogas heard his voice, he just felt a little sad.

He is already like this, why does he still have to beg her humbly?

And at this moment, she is the only one who can help this man.

"Okay, I promise you, but Pope, don't get it wrong. This is not a collaboration between the Demon Regent and you."

Lord of Blasphemy Merogas finally made up his mind and nodded.
"Just as your friend, I agree to accompany you to do something crazy for once."

Merogas held Ranch's hand.

(End of this chapter)