After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

"To be honest," Yila said, "I have always been skeptical about the abilities of the Prophetic school, but the prophecy that Pope Mille has just revealed, which concerns the Calamity of the Sea, is something I truly believe."

Yila had said this, and the meeting progressed in a very tight and efficient manner, with all discussions firmly based on clear and irrefutable intelligence.

Of course, it was possible to pick faults forcibly, but that would just be needless arguments.

Moreover, in the current situation, Yila actually did not need to *inform* everyone on what to do, nor did he need to *persuade* them on how to act... Every world was the same: the world is a violent place, a place for the violent.

The strong were destined to control the weak, and if they couldn't... then they were just not strong enough to be called strong.

"My proposal is to evacuate the residents of the coastal countries and the seaside areas, ensure alertness and protection, not to resist as much as possible, but to gather intelligence when the calamity arrives, preserve the lives of yourselves and your subjects... and flee."

Yila said this, looking at the astonished faces of the kings, and he chuckled, "I am not sure what the upcoming calamity will be, perhaps it will be continuously surging seas, perhaps it will be overwhelming floods, but no matter what, it will not be something that can be easily repelled."

Just as Yila had said at the beginning, he did not demand too much from everyone...

"Use relocation spells, move all valuable goods towards the inland area, as far away from the sea as possible... I am not sure when the calamity will come, I can only say... for your own safety, please leave quickly."

Yila continued, explaining the next stage of the strategic goals, "I hope the mages of the Three Towers can send as many people proficient in such spells for the relocation, the rewards can be discussed independently."

"Moreover, I hope all countries will keep the Transmission Array of the Pure White Tower open, and open several similar portals according to the population, to ensure that the half-plane where the Three Towers are located can become an emergency refuge."

"Of course, King Lusa and other kings of nations on the sea... can also prepare important goods near the Transmission Array in advance, to facilitate the rapid transfer of essential materials when the calamity strikes."

Yila said this, scanning the varied expressions of the kings... especially focusing his gaze on the thoughtful faces of the three principals, he took a deep breath and said, "This matter might be hardest for the Three Towers to accept... Can I ask what you three think?"

"..."

In the silence, everyone waited for the response of the three principals... At this moment, it was difficult for them to say **no**, even though theoretically, the Three Towers should not partake in such rescue efforts.

The least they could do was, like the theocratic country faced with four-legged Magic Beasts at that time... they had to give money.

"I agree."

To Yila's surprise, the first to agree was a young man in white, the principal of the Extreme Black Tower, who seemed to be a mage with dragon blood... He stated simply and did not continue to elaborate.

Next came the White Robe Gandalf (not really), whom Yila thought would agree first due to their personal relationship. The white-haired older man rubbed his beard and said, "Actually, I had planned to retire this year... the next principal will be Qiara Rudnev."

The White Robe Gandalf (uh-huh) looked at his puzzled deputy, Qiara, and said, "You are Yila's mentor. If you agree... I agree too."

This indicated that he did agree inwardly, only he was unwilling to express it directly himself, completely shifting the responsibility to Qiara... This old man seemed a bit proud.

With his words, the principal of the True Red Tower, a young female mage with a red wizard hat, brightened upon hearing there was another trick.

"I also plan to retire this year."

The red-clad woman stated misleadingly, resting her hand on the shocked shoulder of the female mage next to her, saying, "Nieve Campbell, you decide... I will retire later."

Nieve Campbell: "Huh?"

Qiara Rudnev: "Well... I definitely agree."

"..."

Yila looked at his mentor, smiled, and nodded in gratitude, then directed his gaze to Nieve Campbell... This was the person who once brought him to the True Red Tower and then took him back to Topps.

*It was the first time Yila knew her name.*

"Hmm, long time no see... Well, the wizard hat I gave you earlier, you don't need to return it."

Nieve Campbell said this, frowning slightly as she adjusted her hat, revealing another hat underneath, and said, "Although it was supposed to be cleaned and given back, I see you totally forgot about it."

So speaking...

Yila reached into his space pocket... Yes, it was the pocket he stole (killed and then robbed) many valuable things from Caligula's territory, only used to store non-Mana items.

Then, Yila took out the hat that the enchantress maids had cleaned.

"Return it to you..."

Yila said, putting the hat, now clean as new, on Nieve Campbell's head, looking at the stunned female mage gently asking, "So, replacing the principal of the True Red Tower, what is your response?"

"..."

This was something beyond doubt.

"If I say no, the principal would surely spit blood."

Nieve Campbell said this, and under the principal's expression of **I didn't, don't make stuff up**, she glanced at Qiara and said, "Moreover, considering Qiara's face... I agree."

Thus, the hardest step was completed.

"Next, it's the decision of all other kings... Those who agree with the conclusion of this meeting, willing to prepare for the calamity, and agree to share intelligence, please stand up..."

At the moment Yila's words fell, Yilabella and Marilla, Satan Ye and Hilena, Cassiopeia and her sister, Pope Mille and his bishop, Cat Youyou and a young crocodile-woman, the Dwarf King, King Lusa and a pirate Naga, all stood up simultaneously.

At this moment, even if other kings opposed, it couldn't succeed.

This was the so-called **coercion**, the weak were always helpless... For a strong person in front of a stronger one, they were also helpless; this seemed to be an interesting cycle.

But he indeed meant no malice.

…

Seeing all the kings stand up, Yila nodded unsurprisedly, as the initiator of the Kings' Meeting, or rather, more similar to a **King of Kings**, he announced—

"Then, this decision... is unanimously passed."