"Honorable Illidan Demon Emperor, may I have a word."
After a long silence, it was time for the influential demon race elites, unable to accept such tyrannical rule, to prepare to voice their protest.
"If it's an objection, then there's no need to say it, I won't listen."
Even though the demon speaking showed respect, and his tone was calm, like a good student raising his hand to speak in class, Lynn still gestured downward with his hand, indicating that different opinions would not be accepted.
"But... you want money, power, beautiful witches, control of the army — none of that is wrong, but you can't have it all in one gulp. The Demon Realm is under your rule, but it is not your backyard!"
The demon race elite, enduring Illidan Demon Emperor's gaze, forced these words out of his mouth. While he spoke, Illidan Demon Emperor didn't lash out at him but his gaze had turned icy.
"Very well, you have courage, have you finished speaking?"
"Not yet, Demon Emperor, you..."
