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

Just as Gray took his seat at the head of the table, preparing to take the lead in this crucial conversation, an old but unusually calm voice rang out first, asking a question that surprised almost everyone present except for the questioner himself.

"Your Majesty the Demon King," Master Phoenix looked intently at Gray, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dust of millennia, "if I may ask—is this place, this magnificent and ancient ruin, the creation left behind by the legendary tenth Demon King, the one known as the 'Sage'?"

Upon hearing this, an eerie silence fell over the stone chamber.

Philippa, Taric, and Sophia all wore blank expressions. "The Sage"? The Tenth Demon King? Their knowledge of demon history was limited to the Church's teachings on "evil and destruction," and they knew almost nothing about the names and deeds of specific Demon Kings, especially those from so long ago.

Philippa, who possessed the Hero's Legacy, which contained information about past Demon Kings, also felt that the tenth generation was too distant. She had only glanced at it at most, since she had no recollection of it at all.

Hearing Phoenix mention it now, I felt both unfamiliar and confused.

Gray, and the ten shadowy attendants standing to his left and right, looked on with undisguised astonishment. The soul fire beneath Alpha's mask flickered slightly, Ipsilon adjusted his nonexistent glasses, Kappa's alluring smile faded somewhat, and even the most bewildered Zeta seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere, her ears perking up. They hadn't expected that a human could so readily identify the true creator of this place and know the title of "Sage"!

A glint of light flashed in Gray's eyes. He leaned forward slightly, gazing intently at Phoenix. Instead of denying it, he gave a direct affirmative answer: "Indeed. This is the Silent Royal Court built by the 'Sage' King, and it is also the place where I inherited his will."

He paused, his tone inquisitive yet tinged with seriousness: "Your Majesty Phoenix, as far as I know, even with your long life and extensive knowledge, the era you live in is far removed from the time of the 'Sage' King. How did you come to know of the 'Sage's' existence and recognize the origins of this place?"

Phoenix showed no fear in the face of Gray's scrutiny; instead, his aged face revealed a solemnity and sense of mission unique to a successor.

He spoke slowly, his voice low but clear: "Your Majesty, you are right, my era is indeed far removed from the age of the 'Sages'. However, demons have their own bloodline, and humans also have our own historical heritage. Not all records have been lost in the flames of war and the passage of time."

His gaze swept over the ten astonished servants before finally returning to Gray: "Our Seramus family has carried a secret mission for generations—to preserve the truths that have been deliberately forgotten or distorted by mainstream history, especially the part about the relationship between demons and humans, and to secretly explore whether there is a possibility of friendly coexistence between the two races, breaking this endless cycle of fate."

He took a deep breath and uttered even more shocking words: "In our family's limited secret records about the Demon Kings of each generation, the tenth Demon King, known as the 'Sage,' went the furthest on this difficult path, leaving behind the most unsolved mysteries and... a spark of hope. He was completely different from the other Demon Kings who pursued power and destruction."

Phoenix's eyes became incredibly sincere, even carrying a kind of expectation that transcended race, as he looked at Gray: "Your Majesty, since you have inherited the legacy of the 'Sage' and appeared here, and claim to have no hostility towards the Hero's party, then perhaps there is a basis for dialogue and cooperation between us. On behalf of the Seramus family, I hope to share the information we both know with you, and together explore that path to the future that the 'Sage' vaguely pointed out but failed to traverse..."

These words were like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake; the amount of information they contained was no less than...

Previous battles and identity revelation.

Philippa, Taric, and Sofia were completely numb.

The Demon King is a friend, and his subordinates are of various races, mostly female. Now, a human family carrying on an ancient mission has emerged, along with an ancient Demon King seeking peace...

The sheer volume of information they received today triggered their brains' automatic protective mechanisms, leaving them too exhausted to even feel surprise, only a sense of almost absurd acceptance.

Gray listened quietly to Phoenix's account, his surprise gradually turning into deep thought.

He never expected that among humans, there would exist inheritors who knew part of the truth and shared the same goal.

Phoenix's candor and expressed willingness to cooperate undoubtedly provided an unexpected breakthrough for his original plan.

The atmosphere inside the stone chamber underwent another subtle shift due to Phoenix's earth-shattering words.

Gray nodded slightly; Phoenix's candor and willingness to cooperate were undoubtedly a good start.

His gaze swept over the people around the long table, finally settling on Sofia, who was sitting right next to Philippa.

The saint of the Church of Holy Light was now looking back at him with a gaze that was a mixture of vigilance, jealousy (mainly directed at him), and scrutiny.

Gray cleared his throat, preparing to recount the shocking truth.

But he realized that what followed, especially the part about the essence of the Goddess of Light, would be as impactful to a saint who had grown up in the church system as learning that he was the Demon King.

For some reason he couldn't quite explain (perhaps because she was an important companion of Philippa, or perhaps because her unique...sexual orientation left a strange impression on him?), he felt it necessary to lay the groundwork beforehand.

He looked at Sophia and said in as calm a tone as possible, “Miss Sophia, the content of the following conversation may differ greatly from, or even be completely opposite to, your knowledge of the Holy Light Church’s scriptures and even your understanding of the Holy Light Goddess herself. I do not force you to believe it immediately, but I hope you can listen to it for now and use your own wisdom and judgment to think about it.”

Gray anticipated a variety of possible reactions from Sophia—angry rebuttals, devout defenses, or skeptical silence.

However, Sofia's reaction was completely unexpected.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired saintess's lips curled into an extremely sarcastic smile. Her clear blue eyes held no reverence for the gods, but rather were filled with undisguised disgust and contempt. She practically scoffed as she uttered:

"The Church of Holy Light? Ha, it's rotten to the core... That bunch of hypocritical old fogies, whose minds are filled with nothing but power struggles, money, and outdated dogma, the entire church is rotten to the core from top to bottom! In my eyes, their credibility is..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the ten shadow servants present, with a defiant and straightforward air of "...not even as tall as you demons!"