After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 27

“Let those so-called ‘Chosen Ones’ ‘oversee’ Mobius City? Has His Majesty lost his mind to cannon fire?”

A man in a sharp suit slammed the table and spoke angrily.

“Call it oversight? This is clearly handing Mobius City over on a silver platter! Are the foundations I’ve worked so hard to build just going to be destroyed like this?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a small section of the audience erupted into murmurs, heads leaning together in discussion. Like most others, Antina sat quietly in her seat, her gaze fixed intently on the man in the suit.

“Ah, this isn’t the first time. Grisbon up north fell into their hands long ago. At this rate, Mobius City being taken over by the ‘Chosen Ones’ is only a matter of time.”

Some spoke with resignation, as if already foreseeing this bleak future, while others still clung to a sliver of hope, unwilling to accept the harsh reality.

“Hey, this might just be baseless rumors! How can we take it seriously?”

The suited man frowned slightly at the buzzing chatter below and cleared his throat softly. His eyes swept over the attendees, and in an instant, the room fell silent as everyone closed their mouths.

“I can guarantee you, this is absolutely true.”

The suited man crossed his arms, his expression haughty.

“Although I’m only a baron by purchase, I’ve made connections with many important figures in the royal capital. This news came directly from those influential people—there’s not a shred of falsehood in it.”

After all, he was still a baron, held a position in Mobius City, and was one of the more distinguished nobles present at this meeting. Naturally, he carried more weight than most people in the room.

“We can’t just sit back and wait for doom anymore!”

The suited man paused, raised his voice, his eyes filled with indignation.

“With the precedent of Grisbon, we cannot stand by and watch these ‘Chosen Ones’ freely carve up our land and foundations, plunder our factories and profits! We must rise up and resist!”

They couldn’t allow the ‘Chosen Ones’ to have their way; they must oppose them, they must fight back!

Moreover, they had to act early. Once the ‘Chosen Ones’ established themselves in Mobius City, it would only be a matter of time before they devoured their profits and assets.

The folks in Grisbon underestimated the ‘Chosen Ones’ and ended up constantly conceding interests under their harsh exploitation until they were completely under their control.

Antina’s gaze slowly fell on the middle-aged man beside her, who looked haggard with thinning hair. He sat slightly bowed, hands folded on his lap, as if all spirit had been drained from him.

The suited man’s impassioned words struck a deep chord in him, like heavy blows, making his body tremble slightly.

Antina studied the middle-aged man carefully and finally recognized him—Claude Merk.

Once, he was a renowned landowner and wealthy magnate, holding a significant position in the business world.

Twenty years ago, near Grisbon in the north, Claude operated four or five large coal processing plants.

At that time, forty percent of the local coal passed through his factories for processing and coking. His annual earnings and profits were incalculable.

But fate can turn unexpectedly. Hundreds of ‘Chosen Ones’ dispatched from the royal capital arrived in Grisbon. They infiltrated every aspect of Grisbon—politics, economy, education, technology… They were cunning invaders!

The guards brought by the ‘Chosen Ones’ quickly seized control of the local high-ranking politicians, turning them into puppets. The city’s political landscape was rewritten overnight.

The ‘Chosen Ones’ introduced convoluted ideologies, enlightening the ignorant masses at the bottom. Some among them began to regard the ‘Chosen Ones’ as pioneers, starting strikes, protests… The empire was thrown into crisis, production thrown into chaos.

Advanced goods brought by the ‘Chosen Ones’ flooded the market like a tide, instantly crushing local businesses. After establishing a monopoly, they slowly raised prices, eventually gripping the entire city-state’s economy in their hands.

Claude’s coal processing plants couldn’t escape this fate. Many advanced coal processing technologies were firmly held by the ‘Chosen Ones.’ In less than five years, his five factories were rendered worthless by the empire.

In utter despair, he realized Grisbon had become an unlivable hell. Under the ruthless exploitation of these greedy ‘Chosen Ones’—more voracious than vampires—his industry was collapsing at an alarming rate.

Staying meant only bankruptcy, watching all his hard work turn to dust.

Filled with resentment, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision. He sold his coal processing plant—the one he had poured his heart and soul into—at a painfully low price.

Then, he traveled west to the newly built Mobius City. He hoped to reclaim his former glory and dignity on this unfamiliar land, starting everything from scratch.

The outcome was fairly good. Leveraging his prior reputation, Claude secured a substantial investment. In just four years, his timber factory became a household name in Mobius City.

“I’ve fled all the way here…”

After more than a decade of operation, he had climbed back into the ranks of the wealthy. Yet here today, he was being told that the ‘Chosen Ones’ were about to reach Mobius City!

If they succeeded, the foundation he had painstakingly built would surely be destroyed again, vanishing into thin air. And there was nowhere left to run; Mobius City was their last refuge.

The man at the podium was right—they had no choice but to resist!

The Claude before her wasn’t exactly a good man, but Antina could see the sorrow in his eyes. It seemed everyone had their own burdens to bear.

The ‘Chosen Ones’ brought advanced ideas and development; they played a significant role in transforming the once-barren world into the vibrant place it was today.

But this time, they needed to resist, even if the opponents were the ‘Chosen Ones.’

Anyone with clear eyes could see that some ‘Chosen Ones’ had gone too far. They had taken control of the royal family, attempting to use its power to squeeze out the natives’ living space!

Antina had learned much from the knowledge brought by the ‘Chosen Ones,’ which was precisely why she believed they must resist, to overthrow this corrupt royal family. Only then could true wisdom spread across this land.

“Those who agree to resist, stay. Those who don’t, may leave… Also, I don’t want any of you speaking about today’s discussion. Otherwise, you’ll find yourselves in hell before the ‘Chosen Ones’ even arrive. I have the power to do that, as you well know. We’re all reasonable people here; let’s avoid unpleasantness.”

Everyone in the room nodded, vowing they would rather die than speak a word.

Who didn’t know that the man in the suit not only held shares in seventy percent of Mobius City’s breeding farms but also had his own private militia and even ties with the local underworld? Leaking this unconfirmed matter would benefit no one.

Groups of people began to leave the room, clearly uninterested in what the man in the suit was saying. As they left, the once crowded room suddenly felt much emptier.

About twenty or thirty people remained inside, beginning to discuss plans for resistance. Antina was among them. The room buzzed with heated discussion, everyone oblivious to the passage of time.

Finally, someone mentioned they were hungry, and the discussion halted. Antina glanced at the mechanical watch on her wrist—it was long past noon.

The suited man declared the meeting adjourned for the day. Everyone should carry on with their afternoon as planned. Same time next week, same room; he hoped everyone would bring more complete and effective plans.

As the attendees dispersed, Antina didn’t linger either. She pulled her hat low and hurried away from the street, boarding a tram.

When she returned to the agency, she saw Renith sitting at the desk reading a newspaper and Rogan lying bored on the sofa.

“Wow… you’re back early this time. I thought you’d wander around until evening.”

“That was the original plan. But who knew she wouldn’t say a word, just turned and left without hesitation. And, and! She didn’t even take the tram—she walked all the way back!”

Rogan and Renith had walked the entire way. For Rogan, carrying all those bags, the ten-plus minute journey was pure torture.

“So? Did you get everything?”

“Isn’t she wearing it?”

Rogan gestured with her chin towards Renith, who was now wearing a hoodie and casual pants, a far cry from her appearance this morning.

“Hmm, it does look much better.”

Antina took off her suit jacket, hung it on the rack by the door, then went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. She placed it on the table and sat down opposite Renith.

“How was your day?”

Antina looked at Renith.

“Not bad, I suppose. I saw quite a bit. Oh, and we found a locksmith on the way; he said he’ll come tomorrow.”

“Coming tomorrow… We’ll have to ask Vistada to keep an eye out then.”

They chatted idly until evening.

Vistada prepared dinner, and Antina invited Renith to eat in the kitchen.

Afterwards, everyone washed up early.

Rogan stepped out of the bathroom and complained irritably:

“See? I told you we wouldn’t have any clients!”

…

Mobius City West Train Station.

A man in a plain white robe, wearing a pair of delicate glasses, stood quietly at the station entrance. His somewhat slender figure stood out among the bustling crowd.

His eyes, behind the lenses, stared into the distance, urgently searching for a particular figure in the crowd.

This was his second time at the station this week, and the person he was waiting for still hadn’t appeared.

“Could the ‘Deduction’ be wrong? Maybe that person in the blue mage robe never actually got off at this stop?”

“Impossible! The success rate of that ‘Deduction’ was ninety-nine percent! And I never left the station… She must have gotten off… But where did she go?”

“I must find her and bring her to ‘The Scholar’.”