The stewards were all wondering what bad consequences might arise from their Queen offending the Demon King. But to their surprise, the very next day, the Demon King sent over a sacred artifact from the Demon Clan, claiming it was an apology for his rudeness.
The butler was stunned when he heard this. Was it true? The Demon King had actually apologized? And he had given such an important gift.
A sacred artifact of the demon race, something that ordinary demons would never see in their entire lives.
…
Wan Ge played with the sacred object in her hand, feeling the immense power within it. It was said that obtaining the sacred object could multiply one's abilities several times over; for ordinary demons, its power would be unimaginable, allowing them to directly advance to higher-level demons.
Morsis lay beside her, looking at the person sitting in the chair, who seemed to have only the sacred object left in her hands, and she began to feel disgust towards the sacred object.
"Your Majesty..." Morsis called softly, trying to draw the other's attention back to himself.
But to his surprise, the next second he found something in his hand: "This is for you."
Before Morsis could even speak, Wan Ge stood up abruptly. She needed to attend a regular meeting with the other vampires to discuss the future of the vampire race.
Morsis held the sacred object in her hand, unsure of how to react. She always disregarded what she received as a gift, and she disregarded herself as well.
Morsis slowly stood up, his mood growing increasingly depressed. Just then, a human appeared before him.
Halsen looked at the human in front of him; he was more handsome than the average human. However, he seemed timid and easily bullied.
"Your Majesty's newest lowly blood slave?" Halsen believed that he was different from other blood slaves in front of the Queen. He would never deliberately belittle a blood slave before, because he simply didn't care.
To him, all other humans were making deals with the devil, and they were also devils; they were reaping what they sowed.
But this Morsis made him particularly uncomfortable. He felt that it was only after Morsis appeared that Wange had become so cold and dismissive towards him.
Morsis glanced indifferently at the person before him; it seemed he now only enjoyed being bullied by His Majesty. As for those who disrespected him…
Morsis grabbed the man by the throat, his eyes filled with disdain: "Someone who grew up on the backs of the vampires and betrays his own kind, what right does he have to talk to me? He is indeed a lowly creature."
When Halsen heard the word "traitor," he visibly panicked for a moment, but still did not admit it: "What are you talking about?"
Halsen felt the other's hand tightening its grip, finally realizing the danger. He tried to pry the hand open, but couldn't. The other's timid demeanor was completely different from the strength he now possessed.
But for some unknown reason, Halsen felt the other person suddenly let go. He gave a sharp shove, knocking Morsis to the ground.
Morsis bumped right into Wan Ge, who was returning home. Wan Ge had only said a few words to the vampire elders when they were away, and she hadn't expected to see such a thrilling scene.
The butler never needed Wan Ge to say a word; he would simply have someone take Harsen away.
At this moment, Halsen quickly spoke up: "Your Majesty, he grabbed my neck first, so I pushed him away."
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