Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be the Demon."

Pranay shook to Antanas, speaking on behalf of his friend from the Demon World.

When the Demon World was still in existence, the special forces led by General Yabo in charge of intelligence operations frequently had to infiltrate different locations, disguising themselves as humans belonging to any dispatch unit, and General Yabo himself was a top-notch expert in concealment.

Not imprisoned and skilled in stealth and deception, Tolyado possessed many talents for surviving in human society, mingling among them for a hundred years, and was perhaps the most human-savvy among the surviving members of the Great Demon Clan, likely the earliest to have understood human nature among them.

It was precisely because Tolyado might know where his conscience would be troubled, that he was always muddling through.

Abigail was even more of a rigid character.

Before he admits fault, Abigail would never forgive him.

The three members of the Great Demon Clan chatted in the back row.

The War Gods in the front row were also eagerly awaiting the curtains on the stage.

"Can't wait, meow."

Today, the Twelfth War God, Cat's Eye Stone Bianca, wore a lightweight dress with her cat ears perked up on her head.

If not for her moving cat ears, the dignitaries visiting Abigail earlier would have thought those cat ears were just decorative accessories adorning her head.

The Beastman Clan is indeed quite rare in the Hutton Kingdom.

"Bianca, see, there's no need for disguise, right? They haven't seen you in combat, so they won't associate you with the Twelfth War God at all."

The Ninth War God, Purple Crystal Ryan, who sat beside her, spoke to her.

Bianca was, among the Twelve War Gods, someone who appeared to be the least harmful, not seeming very powerful after shedding her scout attire.

"You really have a point, indeed worthy of Marquis."[

Bianca smiled and praised Ryan.

Ryan, as the family head of the long-established Griffon Marquis Roland family in the Cerryti Empire, was the only proper noble among them, most experienced in international relations and business with foreign countries.

Whereas the Second War God, Black Obsidian Salon, the strongest, was usually focused on sword training, rarely concerning himself with foreign affairs, and he barely spoke while accompanying them.

"Don't mention it."

Ryan knew Bianca was deliberately calling him Marquis to flatter him.

In today's Cerryti Empire, the balance between civilians and nobles has been brought up as an issue needing a direct confrontation; it can't be allowed to ferment any further or to be transferred as during Emperor Saint Baldo's era.

After Emperor Loren Clarel returned, besides the post-war international affairs, there was a whole mess at home, uncertain when it'll end. After the one-year term ends, the Fourth War God, Yaspeel might ask Loren to extend it for another year.

"This is the first time I've heard of an emperor bound by such term contracts, meow."

Cat Boss spoke while held in Bianca's hands.

The Emperor spent each day thinking about fleeing to neighboring countries, while the ministers spent every day preventing the Emperor from quitting.

Making it seem like the Emperor was like a club athlete.

Originally, Cat Boss wanted to stay with Isatia, but once discovered by Bianca, she passed it over from Abigail.

Cat Boss thought it was pretty much the same wherever it stayed, so it just stayed with Bianca.

"Loren has never pursued the crown; it's the crown that's always chasing him, meow."

Bianca looked down to speak to the Little Black Cat.

Just hearing the Little Black Cat's catchphrase made her feel intimately familiar as if this little black cat were a young one transformed by her own Cat-Man Clan.

However, she could transform into a cat as well; as a Catman Scout, this skill was not difficult at all, and if there's an opportunity later to play with the Little Black Cat, she could turn into a cat and frolic with it.

"Ursula originally wanted to come, but now due to still unstable international relations and holding important positions following the Emperor, we can only bring them and Elsa to play next time."

Marquis Ryan sighed while sitting beside.

His sister Ursula was even keener to come to Ichrite than he was.

But regardless of how relaxed they might appear now, they were bodyguards for the Emperor, not on a public-funded tour.

It's just because today Loren had arranged for himself that they gained an additional day off.

"Is Elsa well?"

Abigail glanced over and asked Ryan.

She saw Landry's sister almost like her own sister; during these days in Ichrite, the only thing she worried about was Elsa, who stayed in Brilda.

"No problem, when you and Tolyado aren't around, the Roland family will take good care of her; she's like our Roland family's precious daughter, like Ursula."

Ryan assured confidently.

Currently, Elsa knows that her brother needs long-term work in the Empire's protection agencies, engaging in highly confidential military energy research, with little opportunity to meet family for a period, dedicating his life to the Empire; thus, Elsa might rarely see Landry for a long time.

Though uncertain whether this lie is correct, it was a unanimous decision.

They believed Elsa needed inner protection at that age, even if weaving a nice dream for her, ensuring her happy, healthy growth.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Abigail nodded with relief, eyes tinged with a bit of sorrow.

This might also be what Landry wishes for, hence his frequent prayers akin to the Goddess of Destiny's, fearing no punishment, only wishing for his sister's safety.

However, now with protection from Dimensional Branch, friendship with the Ninth War God's Roland family, also being regarded as Wolf Witch's disciple by Sixth War God Shuicang Jade Violet, Elsa is almost akin to a Saintess in the Cerryti Empire's future.