The empire announced that they would celebrate for 3 days for surviving this catastrophe.
The enitire capital planet decorated itself for a grand festival like it was the birthday of the empire.
But inside the Sorus estate, the atmosphere was much quieter.
Noah sat in the grand library, leaning back in a velvet chair. At his feet, the small white puppy, the terrifying Demon Lord Lucius, was currently chewing on a dragon-hide rug.
Beelzebub, the black cat, sat on the desk, watching the puppy with narrowed, judgmental eyes.
"He is a disgrace to the Yenine name," Beelzebub hissed. "Look at him. He is wagging his tail because he found a loose thread."
The puppy stopped chewing and looked up, his big brown eyes shimmering.
"It is not my fault, Progenitor! My demonic instincts are being suppressed by this fluffy vessel! I feel an uncontrollable urge to be petted!" Lucius's voice echoed in their minds, sounding pathetic.
