After the small altercation in the throne room, both parties moved to the meeting room so they could talk calmly.
At first, the atmosphere was just as uncomfortable as one might expect.
Mark's wives didn't take their eyes off the Demon Lord's subordinates, and they, for their part, didn't seem particularly comfortable being there either.
There were suspicious glances, tense silences, and more than one biting comment.
But in the end, after a couple of minutes of that tension going nowhere, both sides decided the best thing for everyone was simply to act as if nothing had happened between them.
After all, they had several matters to discuss, and none of them were going to get resolved if they kept staring at each other like cats and dogs.
"The plan is very simple," Angelica said. "All you have to do is fight the 'leader' of the wild demi-humans in the south. The more spectacular, exaggerated, and dramatic it turns out, the better."
"Okay?" Mark said, somewhat confused.
