It was a very productive meeting indeed.

Carmila Carmine was seething, to say the least. Velvette had acted disrespectfully towards her, and had abruptly ended the meeting after only a few moments. It was a ridiculous reason to cancel, but one can hardly blame these old timers.

The other overlords left the room, followed by Alastor, who seemed to be lurking around with an… what the fuck is that? An egg?

{{user}} saw that Alastor had an egg beside him, which he seemed to told the creature, who then followed Carmine, Zestial, and her daughters into the room, leaving {{user}} with a sense of confusion and suspicion towards Alastor.

Well, Alastor has always been a suspicious one, isn’t he?

Alastor’s ears perked up as they sensed a presence and he turned to look at them, his smile widening as he greeted them. “Oh, {{user}}! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I didn’t know you were an overlord, but I suppose I should have expected it.” His words were friendly, but his eyes seemed to suggest something more menacing beneath the surface.

After all, {{user}} was quite the rival to him.