"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

　　The wild, insolent and unbridled guffaw boomed within the hall, taking all Primogens aback. Naturally, they turned to face the origin of this disturbance, and their startled eyes locked on the figure of a young man appearing to be in his mid-twenties with back-length, jet-black hairs s.h.i.+mmering in a unique l.u.s.ter that kept the eyes spellbound.

　　But though his intrusive laughter isolated him from both peers and temporary allies, that man's purple eyes remained unfazed, and like sparkling gems, dazzled whoever peered into them for long.

　　Naturally, he was Talroth, the Southern King of h.e.l.l. And though his status should have made him one of the key players of the gathering, from the beginning till now, he'd remained wholly silent, drowsy even. But as Dolgron's words ended, the spontaneous peal of his laugh echoed.

　　"Talroth, what are you laughing for? Please enlighten us on what here possibly sounds...hilarious."

　　Dolgron inquired in a calm, yet oppressive tone. Undisturbed, Talroth swept all the incensed glares with his spellbinding eyes and replied:

　　"I laugh at you. All of you to be fair."

　　The dissolute words rang in the Primogens' hears like thunderclaps. But even as their eyes widened in disbelief and rage burgeoned in their hearts, the majority maintained a calm front. Not out of fear, but because they knew more was to come. And indeed, Talroth stopped not.

　　With a nonchalant flicker, he raised his right index toward two empty seats, the honor seats that should have been occupied with the two Realms' highest leaders. The Overlord and the Warden. But on this sensational gathering, the two were nowhere to be seen.

　　"This is a gathering meant to discuss the very future of our Realms. To prevent a return to the times of old when you old fogies remained as the sole existences of the Celestial and Infernal Realms. However, the two mightiest members of our sides, our leaders whose words carry the very will of Heaven and h.e.l.l, are nowhere to be seen.

　　What does it mean? It means that anything discussed here is as worthless as a mortal child's stool. Yet, you act and speak with crus.h.i.+ng gravity, as if your very words herald seismic changes. How laughable. Apologies, but I couldn't help but guffaw."