"So, the reports are first made to the Demon Kings and all the Demon Noble Family heads individually. Then everyone is called back at the end so the merits and awards would be given out."
At McEnda's explanation, Evan couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the Demon Kings who had to sit through numerous presentations daily.
Still, their titles weren't for free. This was part of their responsibilities.
Besides, Deity Realm existences had a lot of stamina, so it wasn't as if they'd get physically tired.
The only real challenge would be enduring the mental strain of dealing with any particularly absurd or poorly prepared presentations.
At that moment, a powerful aura erupted beyond the energy-sealing walls of the Hall. It didn't take long for them to realize what had happened—someone had angered a Demon King.
"We're not next, right?"
Barron asked, more to reassure himself than anything else.
