The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 715: It’s hard being the youngest in any formal setting

A warning was sent to the Beallysh Empire, while an eviction notice was sent to the Principality right after the meeting.

Just in case they were being intentionally obtuse, a copy of the notice was spread throughout the territory, as well as the newspaper talking about the New Covenant. Since the old man’s punishment--along with his cronies--had started, news regarding that was also included.

Even if the royal family kept their silence, the citizens already knew. While I was attending the summit with Natha, the shapeshifter went to the Principality and the Empire, tirelessly leaving the notice and the newspaper in every house.

Even when the guards confiscated them in the afternoon, there would be a fresh one the next morning. At noon, when everyone was having their lunch break, those papers would shower the street out of nowhere like magic. Such an occurrence happened again during the evening commute, and papers were everywhere that the only way for the guards to get rid of them was by burning down the streets.

I know wasting papers like that hurt the trees, but sometimes... sacrifices had to be made.

Too bad, we didn’t have social media in this world. Yet.

Anyway, screens were distributed to every kingdom, playing out the edited version of what happened in the plaza. Since we had established that the curse wouldn’t get lifted no matter what, we decided to also record the old man’s confession at Luxeana’s plaza--not the Grand Church’s one, but the city’s one--and played it on the screen too so everyone would already know about it without waiting for the parade to reach their place.

Know. Not hear. There was no loophole around it.

The precision of a deity’s curse was scary, you know.

The recording of the New Covenant was also played in the Demon Realm and the Realm of Nature. There was no need to play an old man’s nasty confession, so a column in the papers was enough for that. To maximize efficiency, Izzi and Neel even found a way for the screen to play the recording automatically, without the need for them to control the projection bird by themselves.

Indeed, the key to innovation was by piling projects on them.

Aside from what the screen showed them, a lot of people were interested in the screen itself. The moment it was known that the screen technology was patented by a demon’s company and that it was founded by a demon and an elf, the merchants were so ready to open the border for trade.

Yes. Economy was the path to globalization. How was that for a ’savage’ land?

And so, by the end of the long summit, the whole three realms had known about the New Covenant and the church’s dirty laundry. Laundries.

And it was chaos. At least in the Human Realms.

I didn’t witness it myself, but Zarfa and Aina kept me updated.

In a world where the presence of a deity was very clear, using a deity’s name for something was an easy way to manipulate people. I had been wondering why people put up with rules that only benefited those at the top, why they obediently went to war, why they couldn’t do anything when their children got abducted to be farmed, or when the tax was increased so high without anything returning to them in a form of public policy.

The answer was religious manipulation.

The church ’sold’ the Goddess’s blessing to the aristocrats, including the seat inside the ’holy order’ for the state of emergency. Remember? Just like what Aunt Nezja’s human friend did to get into the church’s inner circle. And where do you think the lords and royal families got their money? Of course, it was from the people’s tax. Where did the merchants get their donation money? It was from raising the price of their wares or cutting corners in their production.

The general population, the middle and lower-class people, didn’t only have to battle the tax and the increasing price, but also listened to the preach about donations to cleanse their souls. When they whined about how difficult life was--the difficulty caused by tax, donations, and high prices--the priests preached about gratitude; that they had to be grateful for being alive, and that there were more miserable people out there.

In the midst of all of that, the church would give out ’aid’ to the poor, making themselves look like a savior. Even though it was them who created the problem in the first place.

In the end, the regular people were being kicked and beaten by life, while believing that it was a test from the Goddess, believing that they had to be miserable before receiving a blessing, and forced to be grateful just because they were still breathing.

These people, once they knew the truth, could no longer contain their anger. They were rushing to the castles and palaces with torches, stones, and cleavers, while the guards were ready to face them with swords and shields. A large-scale, sporadic civil war seemed imminent, but the situation was solved by an army or golems under Stan’s command, who prevented arms conflict from happening.

The golems apprehended those involved in the old pope’s scheme and negotiated with the population. It would take quite some time for everything to stabilize, but one thing humans known for was their ability to adapt.

At any rate, the human realm’s situation was no longer my problem. As I said, not every kingdom was as dirty as Leenar and that Empire I didn’t bother to memorize the name. With the neutral golems’ help as law enforcers, the unrest should defuse soon.

In turn, they would probably vent their anger to the cursed old man and his cronies, right?

Meanwhile, Natha was taking care of neutralizing the border between Wrath and Lenaar, returning everything to its original state. Well, at that time, Lenaar and the surrounding kingdoms were also in chaos, so there was a bit of conflict there.

But since it was Natha, of course, everything went well.

At the same time, I also visited the children of nature and conveyed what had happened in the Human Realm. While it had been shown through the screens I sent to them, I still wanted to tell them in person.

It was weird that I received their endorsement before meeting them, but I finally got to talk to the Saintess of the Sun and the Council of Night. Previously, the highest-ranking elf I met was Issa.

Just like how Amarein held power among the druids, the Saintess of the Sun held power equal to the two royal families. I met her, along with the Queens of the two elvendoms--one did rule, and one because the King was still afraid of Natha. Amarein and Grandma Tiralein accompanied me from the druid side, and Tourma brought two other Mayors to come to the meeting.

Well, it was more like a luncheon than a meeting, to be honest. Unlike the chaotic Human Realm and the border that Natha had to rearrange, we were very chill.

"It had been long since we let go of the territory," Grandma Tiralein said. "In the first place, the whole estate was owned by the Seahl. It was the plot of land that the First Druid received from Mother."

"You get it back yourself, so it’s your right to manage it whatever you like," Amarein added. "The tribe members will still stay in the tribes, but those who were able to flee from the palace city might want to return. Still, it won’t be a lot."

"So, you’re saying that it’ll be good to fill the population with another race," one of the Queens said.

They were sisters, by the way. The Queens and the Saintess were all sisters, the descendants of the First Elf--just like the Seahls were the descendants of the First Druid.

"It’s a nice gateway of integration," Tourma said. "Rather than letting the border be opened right away, we can start from the city."

"And observe the outcome," the other Queen said. "I agree."

"We can limit our trade to only happen in that city," one of the Mayors said. "Might finally lessen the black market volume."

The drows groaned. The ones carrying the merchant roles within the realm of nature were the drows, and they also took the role of patrol guards. Apparently, they had been having headaches because of smugglers.

Honestly, I was surprised that they took it very well. From the time Amarein asked for the Saintess’s and the Council’s endorsement, it was only...what? Two weeks? Such a short time for these long-living creatures. I could even say that I did everything selfishly, without asking for their opinion or agreement. freёnovelkiss.com

But they were just rolling with it, which made me feel a bit--a lot--guilty.

"I, umm..." I bit my lips and fiddled with the dessert’s spoon. "Thank you, for your support. I’m sorry that I decided things without proper discussion."

"And we told you it’s fine," Grandma Tiralein said. "It’s not affecting us very much. You’re the one who got affected by them the most, aren’t you?"

Well...she said that, but most of the druids who perished during those attacks had connections with those living in the tribes. Wouldn’t they want me to just get rid of everyone living there?

Perhaps she could sense my thought, because she patted my back and smiled. "Just kick out the royal family for us, hmm?"

Well, that was always the plan. I chuckled and nodded. Even if they begged on my feet, I would throw them out personally.

"Then, the last agenda would be the cost of building the city--"

"Oh, I won’t burden you with that," I shook my head quickly. "This is my selfish desire, so--"

"That is ridiculous, Little Prince," one of the mayors frowned. "We’ll be using the place ourselves, so we have to invest. Surely, you didn’t think it’d be too hard for us?"

I gasped and shook my head quickly. "No--no, no, no. That wasn’t my intention! It’s just--you’ve been generous enough to let me do this, and I don’t want to ...why are you shaking, Uncle?"

And then, the stoic-faced Tourma laughed out loud, followed by the other Mayors. Even the Queens covered their mouths with their sleeve, and the Saintess chuckled silently. Grandma laughed too, and Amarein stroked the back of my head gently, smiling with twitching lips.

"Just laugh, Auntie..." I sighed, resigning to my fate.

Damn, Val. Even now, you still get pranks easily like this.