“And that’s how we first met,” I didn’t lie. She did do all that during our first encounter.

“So let me get this straight,” the Demon Lord of Pride Lucina furrowed her brows. “She tried to kill you too? Wow, so she attempted to kill everyone here at least one.”

“I was quite mischievous when I was young,” said the Eternal Witch of Onslaught Laplace.

“As if,” the Demon Lord of Wrath Saten rolled her eyes. “You were already thousands of years old when you tried to kill us you moron.”

“It’s a mental thing, my dear Saten. I was young at heart.” (Laplace)

“Do you even have a heart?” (Saten)

“Why I do,” Laplace slowly turned to me. “How could I fall for Akasha if I didn’t have one?”

“Maybe you’re scheming again.” (Saten)

“I’m flattered that you think so highly of me but my love isn’t a scheme.” (Laplace)

And it better be if you value your life.

“Moving on,” Lucina grabbed a random piece of paper from the pile in the middle of us six and read its content. “Next question is for Beza. Do you really have a bottomless stomach or is it magic?”

The woman in question, the Demon Lord of Gluttony Beza, was munching on a cake. Upon hearing the question, she shrugged and said: “I don’t know.”

Lucina deadpanned. “Let me revise the question. Ladies, does Beza have a bottomless stomach? Raise your hand if you agree. If not, just keep doing whatever you’re doing.”

Lucina, Saten, Laplace, and even the silent Alraune raised their hands. I don’t know about bottomless stomachs, I only know it’s rude for a guy to say a lady has it. I may no longer be one but my heart is still the same.

Upon seeing me keep my hands down, Beza’s eyes shone with an odd light which didn’t go unnoticed. Both Laplace and I saw it and the former reacted with a menacing glare. Sigh, no need to scare people. I know where my loyalty lies and it won’t change so easily. I’m a man with morals.

Beza stopped eating and lowered her head in fear, that however, seemed to have given the others the wrong idea since they began apologizing except for Laplace.

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Once everything was settled, Lucina grabbed another paper. “Next question is for Saten. You’re so short, are you really a hundred years old?” Moments after reading, Lucina covered her mouth and giggled.

“Who made that?!” Saten turned to Laplace. “Was it you?!”

Laplace smiled as bright as the sun. “Of course not. When did I ever call you midget?”

“That’s it! You’re dead meat!” Saten tried to jump Laplace but got stopped by Lucina. “Let me go! I’ll kill that witch once and for all! I’ll rid this world of that vile creature!”

“Forget it; we all know what happens when you challenge the eternal witch.” (Lucina)

“You make it sound like I’m scary.” (Laplace)

“You’re in on it aren’t you! I saw you laugh you damn traitor!” (Saten)

“Ok enough. Laplace, go apologize to Saten.”

“You’re showing favoritism to another woman, should I be angry or jealous?” (Laplace)

“Neither, now go say you’re sorry before this gets out of hand.”

“An apology won’t be enough! I won’t be satisfied until I kill that witch!” (Saten)

“I said enough.”

“Akasha, your inner dragon is showing.” (Laplace)

“And you – apologize now.”

“It seems I have no choice,” Laplace shrugged. “Saten, I’m truly regretful for what I did-”

“Che, whatever” (Saten)

Is this how a girl’s night out should be? It doesn’t seem fun at all.

“Sorry I’m late,” said a voice we all knew.

When I turned to look I saw a gorgeous blond elf. Even amongst the elves I have seen, not one comes close to the Arcane Queen in terms of beauty. “I’m glad you could come, Sylferia.”

“Lady Akasha invited me so it’s only natural for me to be here,” she said with a smile as she sat down elegantly. “I hope I didn’t miss too much.”

I wanted to admire the elven matriarch more but a chill made me stop whatever I was planning. Come on Laplace, I was only looking. It’s not like I was cheating on you or anything.

After sending me a glare that could kill, Laplace asked: “Is the master puppeteer and Saten’s best friend not coming?”

“Who’s my best friend?!” Knowing who Laplace was talking about, Saten leered.

“Ceris is on the verge of creating her new masterpiece so she couldn’t come. Yna’s case is the same,” Sylferia looked down in shame, “kind of.”

“Let me guess, she’s tiring herself off with a new training regime.” (Laplace)

Sylferia answered with silence.

“She really is your best friend,” Laplace gave Saten a knowing smile, “you two think alike.”

“I’m nothing like that muscle head!” (Saten)

As the two once again faced off in a battle of words, Sylferia turned to the former guardian of the abyss dungeon. “It’s been a long time, lady Alraune. I’m pleased to see you in good health.”

Alraune smiled in response.

For an elf that protects the tree of life Yggdrasil, an entity like the Wikced Rose of Calamity Arlaune was the same as a celebrity regardless of what sin the flower has committed in the past.

Aside from the Master Puppeteer Ceris and Rampaging Fist Yna, the ladies from three of the five great powers are now all in one place for a slumber party. I wonder how the people would react once they find out the important figures of three different factions gathered to chat like teenage girls. I bet they would be shocked to death.