The Author's POV

It's been about ten days since Kevin destroyed the food warehouse and I killed Zornaraugh.

...and a lot happened since then.

-Rumble! -Rumble! -Rumble!

Staring towards the distance, thousands upon thousands of orcs all equipped with heavy armor and weapons marched towards the gates of Gud Khodror.

An oppressive aura enveloped the whole of the city as bloodlust exuded from the bodies of each of the orcs in the distance.

Watching the spectacle from afar, a faint smile appeared on my lips.

...the plan was a success.

After I had Angelica kill Zornaraugh directly, everything went as I envisioned.

The orcs traced everything to the demons due to Angelica's residual demonic energy lingering on the corpses of Zornaraugh and the bodyguard.

Prior to killing Zornaraugh, I had specifically asked Angelica to do that so that the orcs wouldn't question who killed Zornaraugh.

Moreover, with the fact that Zornaraugh was killed at the same time that the food supplies were destroyed, the orcs came to the conclusion that the demons were responsible for the incident despite the fact that there was no evidence to support that conclusion.

Everything was perfect.

...well almost everything, if I had to be honest, these past few days have been quite scary.

Naturally, because of the incident, the orc chief was beyond enraged.

The aura he exuded the past few days was something beyond frightening as every time I glanced towards the tower in the middle of Gud Khodror it felt as though I was staring at death itself.

...and because of this, Kevin and I had no choice but to lay low for that period of time.

Every day felt as though there was barely any oxygen in the air.

Suffocating.

Staring at the army of orcs from afar, Kevin who standing next to me, glanced towards my arm which was currently bandaged, and asked.

"...Is your arm really okay?"

Ever since Ren had come back from his mission, Kevin noticed the state of his arm.

Although he wasn't particularly concerned as arms could be regrown with modern potions, Kevin was concerned that it might affect their future plans as he was now injured.

Glancing at Kevin, I shook my head.

"Honestly, it hurts like hell"

I wasn't lying.

The pain I experienced right after Monarch's indifference deactivated almost caused me to pass out.

...it was mortifying.

It was so painful that I couldn't even describe the feeling in words.

What made matters worse was that even after ten days had passed, I could still not move my arm properly

I think it may be due to something like the nerve endings of my arms not being fully connected, but I wasn't too sure. I wasn't an expert in this kind of stuff.

Frowning slightly, Kevin curiously asked.

"How long do you think it will take before you can use your arm like normal again?"

Staring at my left arm for a couple of seconds, I mused.

"Hmmm, maybe a couple of days?"

...no, that was unrealistic.

Unless I consumed an advanced potion I wouldn't be able to have the same degree of control as before.

Although my arm was in fact healing, every time I moved it, it felt as though electricity was coursing through it.

..the feeling was almost the same as when you accidentally hit your funny bone.

Not very pleasant.

Staring at my arm for a couple of more seconds, Kevin nodded his head. Turning his head around, Kevin proceeded to look towards the orcs in the distance.

"What do you think the chances of the orcs winning are?"

Without hesitation, I responded.

"Slim to none honestly"

a similar thought, Kevin nodded his

"...I think so too"

orcs were strong and fierce, their chances of winning the

since their numbers were far

were going to have an all-out war against the demons, the chances of them winning were

that was the most they could accomplish...and that would be at

thus far, shaking his head and glancing at Ren

"So what's next?"

my chin as I fell into deep

of the plan, all that we have to do next is reap

not quite there, but almost

the hardest part of the mission, infiltrating Setin was

of the demon forces would be sent out to face the orcs, they would still

just done was because there was

the orc chief Omogulg leading the battle, the leader of the demons in charge of Setin

he was the only demon nearby that could fight

mentioned, Kevin looked at me with a

"Rewards?"

"Mhm"

staring at the army of orcs in the

couple of other things.

aback, Kevin

"Me?"

"Yeah"

me confirm,

five-star sword manual, it wouldn't be an even deal if I

if he took rewards wouldn't that

trusted Ren, he was apprehensive at the thought of owing someone as it could lead to complicated

corner of my eyes, understanding his thoughts, I shook

I'll just leave it

"No use for you?"

that's why I thought you could use it. You don't have to owe me

It was true.

something that I couldn't use so there was no

as me giving

Taken aback, Kevin asked.

"...we're friends?"

chuckle escaped

pretty much been through life and death situations, it wouldn't be strange to call ourselves friends...or

lying when I

of time with Kevin and going through a lot of life and

deeply, Kevin proceeded to

"No, you're right"

he thought perhaps it was just him

him as despite his popularity had never

He was quite happy.

thoughts, smiling as I glanced at him

going to take the reward or

bitterly, Kevin shook his

"...Ill take it"

"Good"

anyway so it was only natural that he got it. After all, the stronger

chance of defeating the demon king after

this way there was a chance for me to be able to be

as we had

in this world for

to happen, the world would suddenly flip its middle finger at you and present you with a scenario outside of

Therefore, I stopped expecting.

that does not match what I envisioned I'll just

was no longer planning on

of the city, recalling something as I glanced at Kevin who was standing next

here, I've still got something to

Taken aback, Kevin asked.

are you going?

army below us, I rolled

It's not like

of thousands upon

to be the hardest people

the fact that they were large armors, it still took time for them

his head

I guess you're right. How long