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

The group breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the crystal ball radiating light.

All four of them arrived just before the meeting was supposed to start. They'd never been so precise before, had they? And this time, all four of them...

Upon seeing the newly reflected figures on the crystal ball, the old man, Ravend Black, and the young man's expressions instantly turned grim.

The four empty spaces on the crystal ball that should have been filled were only filled with one person, leaving the other three spaces empty.

"Phew... I barely made it..."

The crystal ball emitted the vibrant voices of teenagers, and their figures were reflected on it.

He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and back, and a youthful vigor.

What is most striking about him is his thick, dazzling fiery red hair. It is not an ordinary brownish-red or golden-red, but like a burning flame, ranging from deep bronze to golden-orange, changing with a mesmerizing luster under the light.

Her hair was casually tied back, but a few unruly strands would stubbornly stick up or fall in front of her forehead, adding a touch of unruly spirit to her appearance.

No one would have imagined that such a youthful, energetic, and cheerful boy would be a cultist and the archbishop of the evil order!

The young man, with a gentle smile, noticed the unpleasant expressions on the faces of the other three archbishops:

"Huh? I'm not late, am I? I barely made it, but I wasn't even a second late! Why is everyone so quiet?"

The boy quickly noticed the three empty spaces on the crystal ball and had an expression of sudden realization.

"Someone's late? None of the three of you are punctual? I always make sure to arrive on time, I never dare to be late."

Lockston, Carleon, and Itheran have gone too far; they deserve strong criticism!

The boy sang a monologue for a long time, but no one responded, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"What's wrong with you all? Say something! Didn't your parents teach you that this is very impolite?"

The boy suddenly became furious, his words filled with the rage of gunpowder.

Normally, Ravend Black would have lost his temper at his terrible attitude and would have argued with him, only to be stopped by either Lockston Kingsol or the old man who couldn't stand it anymore.

But right now, Ravend Black has no interest in arguing with him.

Before the boy's anger could erupt again, the old man spoke first: "The three who didn't come, I'm afraid they'll never be able to come again."

Ravend Black remained silent with the young man, his face somber.

Upon hearing this, the boy finally suppressed his anger and asked with some confusion, "What's going on here? Explain, Cassandra, what do you mean by 'never coming back'?"

The person named did not answer; instead, Ravend Black snorted coldly.

"Idiot, even if they all die, they still won't be able to come!"

The boy's first reaction was to the abusive language Ravend Black used, and he was furious: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

His fiery red hair looked like it was on fire, giving him the appearance of someone ready to fight Ravend Black.

After the brain processes the words "they're all dead," the feeling of shock is more prominent than anger.

"Roxton, Carleon, and Iselan are all dead? How is that possible?" The boy's eyes widened. "It doesn't matter that Carleon and Iselan are dead. They were just not strong enough and got killed."

But how could Lockston be dead? He was a ninth-tier professional, with many eighth-tier bishops under his command and immense wealth. How could he just die like that, without a trace?

The boy explained the reason why the four archbishops were so astonished.

Archbishops Carleon and Iselan are relatively weak; while the possibility of them being killed after a mishap is low, it's not impossible.

But the problem became serious when Lockston Kingsol, the most powerful archbishop in the Demon Order, who was headed by the faction of greed and avarice, died.

The fact that the person who killed Lockston Kingsol means that they also had the ability to kill other archbishops, and were at least a ninth-tier professional, and not just any ordinary ninth-tier professional.

Phoenix Seramus, a ninth-tier space mage and loyal hound of the Olmec royal family, would not have the strength to kill Lockston Kingsol; in fact, it would be a 90/10 chance in a one-on-one fight.

Phoenix Seramus was pinned to the ground and beaten by nine ninth-tier monsters summoned by Lockston Kingsol's Gate of Greed.

Even if Lockston Kingsol wanted to kill him, he couldn't do anything to Phoenix Seramus. The chief mage and an extremely rare space mage's main strength was his speed, making him impossible to catch.

There's also the Dean of the Astraea Magic Academy, Alec Stromreid, who's likely to die of old age soon, and Pope Augustine Lucien, who only appears respectable on the surface.

When the three attacked Lockston Kingsol at the same time, Lockston Kingsol was able to summon a few eighth-tier monsters to buy time before slowly summoning ninth-tier monsters.

As the fight progressed, whenever Lockston Kingsol summoned a ninth-tier monster, the three of them, even working together, were unable to kill the existing ninth-tier monster or Lockston Kingsol before the next one was summoned.

Then they could only watch helplessly as Lockston Kingsol summoned more and more ninth-tier monsters, turning the disadvantage into an even one, then into an advantage, and then expanding his advantage until the three of them fled in terror.

How could the young man believe that Lockston Kingsol, arguably the strongest ninth-tier professional in the world, had died so quietly?

"They just didn't attend the meeting, they might have just been late. What evidence is there to conclude that Lockston Kingsol is dead?"

A young man inquired about the old man's situation.

“There is no conclusive evidence.” The old man sighed softly. “But it’s not just today’s meeting. A few days ago, when I contacted Lockston Kingsol, I didn’t get a reply, which made me realize that something might have happened.”

Subsequent investigations failed to locate Lockston Kingsol, and this meeting was convened to confirm whether Lockston Kingsol was still alive.

He would never be absent or late for a meeting. If he's not there by the appointed time, doesn't that mean...?

Ravend Black and the young man both frowned.

Indeed, the timing was perfect.

Lockston Kingsol was eager to make contact with the other archbishops, and the old miser was constantly finding people to promote his own trading company's goods for them.

You may not be able to contact all the other archbishops of the Demon Order, but you certainly can't possibly not be able to contact Lockston Kingsol!

But compared to the possibility that Lockston Kingsol had something to do and was temporarily out of contact, the archbishops considered it far more absurd that anyone could have killed Lockston Kingsol.