161 Aren't Politicians Supposed To Be Better Than This?

Gadiel

June 3, 5:30 pm, Paris, France

As the sounds of arguing grew louder around him, Gadiel wondered if it would be better to just let the Demon Lord destroy everything.

The remaining junior ministers had all gathered in one of the more private conference rooms in the Palais Bourbon. Despite being a lot smaller than Gadiel expected, it was just as lavishly decorated as the one they destroyed, with high ceilings, low chandeliers, and portraits of French people that Gadiel didn't recognize. Except for Joan of Arc. She was there for some reason.

Of course, the pageantry wasn't what was causing Gadiel's oncoming headache. It was these remaining Ministers and Junior Ministers.