The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

In the magnificent palace hall, hundreds of candles illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

The light refracted by the crystal chandelier danced on the gilded walls, clearly outlining the contours of every relief.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat mixed with the scent of expensive perfumes, and the victorious march played by musicians echoed beneath the towering dome.

Ravend Black stood at the entrance to the hall, his dark blue military uniform adorned with medals, each one marking a victory in a bloody battle.

His upright figure was like a sword drawn from its sheath; his graying temples and the fine lines around his eyes were marks left by time and battlefields. The noise in the hall suddenly fell silent the moment he appeared, and all eyes were focused on this great general of the kingdom who had just returned victorious from the battlefield.

Tonight's banquet is to celebrate General Ravend Black's killing of Central Law King Albert Lane.

General Ravend Black, Arthur Wellesley, who was just conferred the title of Marquis of Guiyi today, and his generals were the main figures at the banquet.

Ironically, the banquet, which was supposed to be a celebration of a victory, was attended mainly by nobles, with not a single soldier allowed to attend.

This is the norm in the Kingdom of Westphalia. Only generals are eligible to attend banquets. No, in the past, only Grand General Revend Black was qualified to attend. Today, the generals were allowed to participate only because of the great victory and the mercy shown by King Edmund Celestio. Ordinary soldiers are even less likely to participate.

No matter how much the soldiers risked their lives on the battlefield and made great contributions, the Kingdom of Westphalia still favored magic-based professionals, and the status of non-magic-based professionals was not much higher than that of ordinary people.

Dozens of generals were trapped in the palace hall by a large group of noblemen and could not move.

These noble scions are renowned throughout the Kingdom of Westphalia. They have never been to the battlefield, and as long as they possess one or two first-tier spells, they will receive preferential treatment due to the policies of the Kingdom of Westphalia.

From then on, he became unambitious and lazy, indulging in gluttony and idleness.

The title of king was once the highest honor bestowed upon high-ranking mages by the Kingdom of Westphalia. Now, however, the eight kings who were enfeoffed have wreaked havoc in the Kingdom of Westphalia, forcing other professionals and ordinary soldiers to go to the battlefield to quell the chaos caused by these eight kings.

However, Edmund Celestio did learn some lessons from the War of the Eight Princes.

Generals attending the banquet were not allowed to wear armor or carry swords, and noblemen were not allowed to bring staffs or spellbooks.

This was to prevent a hidden knife-wielder from signaling the breaking of the cup.

The servants began serving the food: roasted whole deer, honey-glazed ham, and various seasonal fruits on silver trays. Musicians changed to lively dance tunes, and the nobles took their seats. Revend was seated to the king's right, a great honor signifying Revend Black's exalted status in the Kingdom of Westphalia.

It can be said that he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

"General, please take a seat." Edmund Celestio smiled and invited Ravend Black to sit down.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

But instead of taking a seat immediately, Ravend Black raised his glass and filled it with wine.

"Thanks to His Majesty's appreciation and the tireless support of the logistics, I have been able to fight on the battlefield and charge into battle for Westphalia."

All of this stems from His Majesty.

Your Majesty, I would like to offer a toast to our Holy King of Westphalia!

Edmund Celestio could no longer suppress his smile.

Which emperor doesn't like to be praised as a wise ruler?

Edmund Celestio was becoming increasingly satisfied with General Ravend Black.

Loyal, humble, and ambitious.

Under the watchful eyes of all the nobles and generals present, Ravende Black respectfully bowed to Edmund Celestio, holding a wine glass in his hand.

“Great General,” Edmund Celestio raised his jewel-encrusted gold cup, “a toast to our victory, to the future of the kingdom!”

“For the glory of the kingdom, Your Majesty!” Ravend Black said respectfully.

The two raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

According to etiquette, the two should finish their drinks at the same time, and at the very least, Ravend Black should not finish before Edmund Celestio.

But Ravend Black seemed oblivious, setting down his glass before Edmund Celestio could.

Edmund Celestio raised his glass and drank heartily, reveling in the fine wine.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

A cold glint flashed in Ravend Black's eyes, and he suddenly launched an attack while Edmund Celestio was still enjoying his drink!

Nobles and generals were not allowed to bring weapons into the banquet, and the guards simply stood far away from the palace hall.

General Ravend Black was no exception; he was unarmed.

But Ravend Black is an eighth-tier professional; weapons are merely icing on the cake. Even without a suitable weapon, he could easily kill someone in a sudden attack.

Infuse magic into your fist and unleash a punch; the body imbued with magic is already the most suitable weapon for a system-specific professional.

None of the nobles reacted in time to this attack.

With a single punch, magic overflowed.

Along with Edmund Celestio's throne, the entire area was engulfed in dust and smoke from the magical eruption.

Before the noblemen could react, the generals, led by Arthur Wellesley, had already raised their fists!

"kill!!!!!!"

In the blink of an eye, several noblemen lay dead in pools of blood.

"You...you're rebelling!" The nobleman's eyes widened as he was struck in the chest by a punch imbued with magic, and the wine cup and silver plate in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of silverware clashing was pierced by a series of shrill screams.

The noble children only then realized what had happened and scattered in screams.

"Guards, guards!"

The "clever" noblewoman immediately thought of the guards on duty and went to great lengths to escape to their side for protection.

"Quickly, kill these rebels!" a red-haired woman screamed, directing the guards.

But in the next instant, the guard's spear pierced her chest, straight to her heart, instantly crushing her vital organs.

"Varied……"

Before the noblemen could even cry out in alarm, the guards roared together, their fury echoing through the sky.

"kill!!!!!!!!"

This was a rebellion, a massacre of the noble children!

Arthur Wellesley laughed heartily: "So you noble mages have red blood too? And it stinks."

And yet, it is so incredibly fragile?

They would bleed when slashed by a sword or stabbed by a knife, and their panicked appearance was even more impressive than that of ordinary soldiers.

What's so noble about you people?