Chapter 235 Richest king in the world.
In the span of a few months, significant progress had been achieved in the small nation, overseen by Sato, which was undergoing rapid development.
With the successful signing of the contract, Ethan had legally liberated Nervek from Jira's control, assuming full ownership of the city and all its assets.
Meanwhile, Giron and the witches were actively engaged in establishing connections with other kings who had profited from Sato's resources. Their aim was to seek assistance and support in the ongoing efforts to strengthen and uplift the region.
In the pursuit of gaining recognition for Sato's sovereign land as an independent nation, the efforts to gather signatures intensified, with individuals passionately working towards this common goal.
As the political aspects were being addressed by some, Erza took charge of overseeing the construction of essential roads, which aimed to enhance transportation between Nervek and the witches' forest, thus promoting connectivity and ease of movement.
In the meantime, Deka diligently focused on bolstering the forces and establishing mobilization headquarters across various strategic locations to support Sato's expanding territory.
The collective determination and dedication of everyone involved were evident, each playing their crucial role to advance Sato's aspirations of nationhood.
Amidst the ongoing developments and progress, Sato's mind remained preoccupied with a pressing matter—the clone he had dispatched to the God territory. Its mission was to vanquish the goddesses and death, ultimately retrieving the souls of Latina and Elena.
Seated in his office, Ethan displayed visible concern, his weariness evident as he rested his head on the table. "The journey might have been lengthy, but it's been nearly six months now... Why haven't we received any word from them?" He inquired.
[Considering they are currently engaged in a battle with the goddess of death, Ereshkigal, it is possible that time moves at a slower pace in the goddess's realm, which could explain the delay in communication. However, I cannot account for the lack of updates beyond that].
"Aril, you're not helping the matter at all," Sato remarked with a slight raise of his head. As he did so, a mysterious dark mist materialized in the center of the room, gradually taking the form of a human figure. It was Orland, who bowed respectfully upon his manifestation.
"The king of Keltom has arrived, Lord Sato?" Orland inquired with his head still humbly lowered.
"I suppose the time has come," Sato responded, swiftly rising from his seat and donning his regal attire. With determination, he ventured outside to fulfill his duties as the esteemed leader.
Arriving at his destination, Sato could already discern the king and his retinue seated in the grand guest house, awaiting his presence. Positioned at the side were Yuri and Divanchi, standing dutifully as they too anticipated their master's arrival.
"Ah, why must he bring such a sizable entourage of guards?" Sato mused quietly to himself as he approached.
[The king of Keltom, Yuya Singa, is renowned for his unwavering protective measures during his travels. His reputation as the wealthiest man in the world precedes his character, and thus, he takes extra precautions]
"Richest man in the world? Just how wealthy are we talking?" Sato inquired with astonishment evident in his gaze, fixed on the guest house entrance. He greeted Yuri and Divanchi with a wave as they spotted him and made their way over.
[Approximately 80 quadrillion gold pieces, based on the last recorded trade he conducted.]
"Eight... life can be so unfair," Sato murmured to himself, contemplating the vastness of the king's wealth. Finally reaching the guest house, he was followed closely by Yuri and Divanchi as they entered together.
Upon spotting Sato's entrance, King Yuya's face lit up with a smile. "Ah, if it isn't Lord Sato, the esteemed Demon Lord of Chaos," he said with a hearty laugh.
Sato walked in confidently, with Divanchi and Yuri following close behind. Taking a seat, he replied, "King Yuya, the entire world should indeed acknowledge you as the wealthiest man alive."
"Haha, alright, you've got me there," Yuya chuckled in agreement.
Both men laughed heartily, their joviality filling the air. But as quickly as their laughter erupted, it subsided, and their expressions shifted to seriousness.
Sato, the imposing figure, took the initiative to speak, his eyes shimmering with an intense energy. "Just what are you trying to accomplish here?" He inquired, exuding a commanding aura that seemed to resonate with the very air around him.
Yuya, equally surrounded by a crackling surge of magical energy, offered a measured response. "I must admit, I underestimated you, Sato Inugami," he admitted, a hint of surprise in his voice.
In a tense standoff, a knife hovered menacingly close to Sato's neck, its sharp tip aimed unwaveringly, yet held at bay by an unseen force protecting him.
Meanwhile, Yuri wielded enormous blades, aimed at Yuya's neck, as the rest of the guards remained frozen in place, immobilized by the formidable presence of Delta and Divanchi, who stood at the forefront, ready to strike at any moment.
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation and danger, each character displaying their strength and determination in this high-stakes confrontation.
"You realize how stupid this is, do you not, King Yuya?" Sato stated resolutely, his expression betraying no signs of fear.
Yuya took a moment to contemplate, a small, composed smile adorning his face. "Indeed, you may be right. Pardon me," he replied calmly. With a simple gesture, the knife that had been suspended near Sato's neck swiftly returned to Yuya's hand.
Sato let out a sigh, addressing his allies, "You all should stand down as well." Instantly, Yuri retracted her menacing blades, Divanchi assumed her position behind Sato, and Delta eagerly settled onto his lap, her excitement evident in the wiggling of her legs.
"I couldn't resist the temptation, the Lord who single-handedly defeated two kingdoms and ascended as a demon lord by dethroning another," Yuya said, his face adorned with a smug expression.
"Ahhhhhh, so a fan then," Sato muttered to himself, noting Yuya's enthusiasm.
Suddenly, a man garbed in traditional attire, clutching multiple documents in his hands, entered the room. His stern countenance shifted between the two kings as he addressed them, "Shall we commence, your highness?".
As the man's arrival signaled the initiation of their meeting, the room fell into a hushed expectancy, with both kings ready to engage in whatever matters awaited them.
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