All MILFs are Mine Chapter 284: The Demons

Meeting Room, Royal Castle...

An oppressive silence filled the grand chamber. Seated around a massive round table of obsidian, Leon, Adwin, and a dozen high-ranking generals and nobles avoided eye contact, their gazes fixed on the wood grain or the ceiling.

'What is the point of all this?' Leon mused, his boredom already peaking.

*Knock-knock.*

The sound caused every head to snap toward the entrance.

"Come in," Adwin commanded.

As the double doors swung open, a young man in his mid-twenties entered with a confident stride. His emerald hair was pulled back, and his green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. He carried a rolled-up white cloth and two crystal orbs that emitted a faint glow.

"Good evening, my lords," he greeted them with a deep bow. "I am Ruben, nephew to Lord Adwin. I will be hosting today’s briefing."

A proud smile touched Adwin’s face. "Ruben is the most talented magical artificer of his time. He creates devices that others cannot even imagine."

Observing Ruben, Leon offered a flat response. "I see."

Ruben moved efficiently. After placing the orbs on the table, he drew a thin silver wand and gave it a sharp flick. The white cloth unfurled and rose into the air, pinning itself against the far wall to serve as a screen. With another motion, every candle in the room was extinguished simultaneously.

For a brief moment, the chamber was plunged into total darkness before Ruben began a low, rhythmic chant.

"Aldreso... Frunesio de gutrenmo hulo astrides..."

The orbs flared with a soft white radiance. Beams of light shot forth, merging as they hit the cloth. A vibrant, detailed map of the known world materialized on the makeshift screen.

Whispers of awe spread among the nobles as they focused on Ruben’s display...

"Incredible..."

"A genuine prodigy."

"I have never witnessed such a thing."

"With that level of talent, he will certainly become someone great."

...

Behind his mask, Leon let out a yawn, completely unimpressed.

‘Well done, kid. You used magic to invent a damn projector. I could have spent this time mastering Last Rise another thousand times, Ravishing two sex-starved beauties, or simply baking a decent pizza.

Actually, now that I think about it... pizza sounds great. It isn't even that difficult to prepare. Haa... I wonder how much longer I’ll be trapped in this mindless meeting.’

Ruben continued his presentation, his voice remaining steady.

"These orbs function by recording the mana imprints of events. Once you infuse them with mana at a specific location, you can indefinitely replay whatever occurs there. However, that is merely the instrument.

What you are looking at on this cloth is our continent. Twelve days ago, here in the northern Frostfang Mountains..." a red light pulsed on the map, "the skeletal remains of a demon were found by our scouts, picked clean by its own kind.

Further in, we discovered a cavern holding twelve surviving demons. When our troops engaged them, thirty-six out of forty soldiers were butchered. The demons escaped with three captured supply wagons, which are now filled with... human remains.

They are heading toward this location, which we have designated as Maximux." Another marker glowed. "This is the furthest a demon host can travel from their lands without dying of hunger. Past Maximux, they need a constant food source. Those three wagons hold enough 'rations' to allow roughly three hundred demons to cross the starvation line and set up a forward outpost in our mountains.

If that occurs, we will face a massive crisis that could—"

A battle-hardened general gave a dismissive snort. "Three hundred? We have a force of over three hundred thousand armed men. We can simply wipe them out like vermin and be done with it."

Ruben shook his head solemnly. "That is precisely what they are counting on. Their current objective isn't conquest; it is the theft of supplies. Every soldier we deploy becomes more food for the next wave traveling from the demon kingdom to Point Maximux.

They will fight, kill our men, and retreat... If we slay 150 demons but lose 300 soldiers, we have essentially cleared the path for 900 more demons to enter the mountains. This cycle will continue, General, until they simply overwhelm us.

Conversely, if we take no action, demons reproduce nine times faster than humans, giving birth to litters of ten or more. If left alone for thirty days, those mountains will swarm with a thriving demon colony. The territory will become unreachable for humans, and once their numbers are sufficient... the result is the same: a full-scale invasion.

We have already sent an elite strike team to intercept them on an alternate path. Without leaders, demons are easy to hunt as they lack direction. However, once the Demon King realizes we are strangling his forces, he will start sending Demon Generals to protect the caravans.

The Demon King himself is currently unable to cross the starvation threshold; he remains too weakened from the previous war.

That, my lords, is the situation."

With a final wave of his wand, the image faded, the candles flared back to life, and the cloth floated gently back into Ruben’s hands.

A heavy silence returned to the room.

Every eye turned toward Adwin, awaiting his command.

"War is approaching, gentlemen. Not in a year. Not in a season. It is here now.

Sir Michael," Adwin said, looking directly at Leon with a grave expression. "I require two hundred thousand troops from your kingdom—soldiers, battle mages, and archers.

Together, we will strike Point Maximux with overwhelming power and show the demons that humanity is no longer their prey."

Leon returned the stare, his face hidden and unreadable.

"I will need to consider this. You shall have my answer the day after tomorrow," Leon said, his tone neutral.

'So this is the reason for the lavish invitation and the free wine,' Leon thought, a cold grin forming under his mask. 'A clever move, Your Highness.'

Adwin bowed his head slightly. "I am not forcing your hand, Michael. But keep this in mind: if my kingdom falls, yours will be the next to go. If we stand together, we survive. If we are divided, we are merely dinner."

The room was tense as everyone waited for Leon’s reaction.

"I understand."

Leon simply stood up, his chair scraping against the stone floor, and walked toward the exit without a backward glance.