Draco's shocking words left Frey completely speechless.
After a long while, Frey sighed. "It seems you are quite confident."
"Just rest assured. Besides, with Milim here, nothing will go wrong," Draco said confidently.
"Milim..."
Frey was slightly startled, but then she felt relieved.
If Milim was willing to act, then there would definitely be no problem.
"I understand. I was overthinking things. I'll leave this matter to you then."
Draco nodded calmly. "It's a matter within my territory anyway, as it should be."
"So, Lord Frey must have also heard about the Five-Nation Alliance. Are you interested in joining us?"
Draco asked suddenly.
Frey pondered for a moment but ultimately shook her head.
"The Heavenly Wing Country, Fulbrogia, doesn't have much contact with the outside world due to its geographical location, so our country is self-sufficient."
"Joining doesn't really have much meaning, and you wouldn't be interested in our country's technology anyway. What are you after by inviting me?"
Frey's analysis was not without reason, but Draco still said with a smile, "True, joining or not doesn't have much meaning."
"I just have a bit of OCD."
"OCD?"
"Uh, nothing."
Draco took out a world map, spread it out, and pointed to Frey's territory.
In the middle of the continent was the vast Jura Great Forest, and to the north, the Dragon Mountains were occupied by the Dwarf Kingdom.
The central Great Forest was occupied by the Jura Tempest Federation and Nazarick.
To the south were the Beast Kingdom, the Heavenly Wing Country, and the Dragons Capital.
"If our Five-Nation Alliance is established, your territory will essentially be directly surrounded by us."
"Frey, aren't you afraid?"
Frey frowned; she didn't know what Draco's goal was in making such a suggestion.
"Are you planning to subjugate our Heavenly Wing Country?"
"That's not necessary. I just want to form a war alliance."
"For instance, right now, if I didn't act, I could completely drive the Storm Great Tempest away after it's resurrected."
"But if we were in a war alliance, we would naturally all come to your aid if your Heavenly Wing Country were harassed by the Storm Great Tempest. Why not go for it?"
Finally, Draco added one more thing.
"Of course, it's just a war alliance. Technology sharing wouldn't be possible; otherwise, King Gazel would definitely be unhappy."
"Since you've put it that way, then here's to a happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation."
And so, under Draco's half-threats and half-inducements, Frey joined the Five-Nation Alliance.
With the addition of the Heavenly Wing Country, the Five-Nation Alliance was upgraded to a Six Nation Alliance.
She wasn't inherently opposed to the matter itself.
It was just that Frey felt the situation was too strange; joining without having to give anything up felt like it reeked of a conspiracy.
Things had already reached this point, and Frey had no way to back out.
In this way...
All the forces in the central part of the continent were integrated together by Draco.
Next, as long as he peacefully dealt with the Western Nations and Clayman, all that would be left were the Western Holy Church, the Magic Dynasty, and the Eastern Empire.
After the two talked for a few more moments, Frey took her leave.
Draco took Albedo to the door of Milim's room.
The other countries were all settled, but Milim was still completely unaware.
However, that was just a minor issue; dealing with this girl was quite simple.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
After knocking twice and getting no answer, Draco walked right in.
On the large bed in the room...
Milim and Kurumi were lying there in a messy sprawl, sleeping soundly without any regard for their image.
Draco stepped forward and shook Milim twice.
"Mmm~~ stop it... I'm a Demon Lord... Demon Lords don't need to wake up early..."
Milim opened her eyes blearily, and upon seeing it was Draco, she immediately rolled over and continued sleeping soundly.
"Milim, wake up. I have something fun here. Do you want to join?"
Draco leaned in and whispered softly into Milim's ear.
"...I'll join... after I wake up..."
In a daze, Milim seemed to have heard Draco's words clearly and mumbled indistinctly, but she didn't move at all.
Easily handled, it's just that simple.
These two have played too hard these past few days; they probably won't be able to crawl out of bed until the afternoon.
Draco clapped his hands and left them alone, leaving the room directly... On the other side.
The Niedel territory of the Falmuth Kingdom.
Since the envoys from various countries who participated in the Founding Festival were still on their way back, Earl Niedel did not know that the Pig-Headed Emperor had already been eliminated.
According to the previous plan, thirty people were selected from the captured thugs to form an investigation team to head into the forest to investigate the situation.
In the village closest to the forest, Yumu, who was appointed as the captain of the Frontier Investigation Team, and his group of thirty people were waiting for a certain person to arrive.
Soon, a young man wearing a magic robe approached them.
That was Rumiel, a magic-user employed by Earl Niedel since childhood.
According to the plan, Yumu's group was responsible for escorting Rumiel deep into the forest. After investigating the information on the Pig-Headed Emperor and returning, Yumu and the others would regain their freedom.
However, Earl Niedel never expected these people to return alive. He estimated that more than half of them would be lost before reaching the depths of the forest, let alone on the return journey.
Therefore, as soon as the information investigation was over, Rumiel would use teleportation magic to return directly to the city.
As for Yumu and the others, their life or death would be left to fate.
However, what Earl Niedel didn't expect was... "Hey! Kid, what exactly are we supposed to investigate? Make it clear to us."
A bald man shouted fiercely at Rumiel.
Rumiel, who had just stepped out of the academy and was a novice, backed away in fear, his legs trembling.
"T-This is confidential, I can't say."
"Ha? You bastard, if you don't talk, don't blame us for being rude!"
The bald hunk grinned hideously, looking like he was ready to strike.
"Y-you guys don't come over, or else, I'll activate the curse!"
Curse marks had been placed on Yumu and his group. Obviously, Earl Niedel was afraid of any accidents, so he gave the tool to control the curse marks to Rumiel.
"Oh? Why don't you try?"
Yumu calmly walked towards the youth and slowly drew his longsword.
"Eh??"
Rumiel discovered that the curse mark seemed to have no effect on the man in front of him.
"How can this be!"
At this moment, a cold longsword was already resting against his neck.
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