The Author's POV

―Let them retreat; it's an order.

A raspy voice made its way inside the minds of the demons on the battlefield.

Immediately, all of the demons came to a halt and looked at each other in bewilderment.

They wanted to double check that they hadn't heard something wrong, and as soon as they realized that they hadn't, they looked around in complete and utter shock.

"Let them retreat?"

Angelica behaved exactly the same as the other demons when she suddenly stopped in the middle of the air and looked around her in bewilderment.

The message…

It didn't make sense.

"Why would you order us to retreat when we're so close to securing victory?"

The orders made no sense to her and probably to almost every other demon out there.

"The fuck is going on?"

At that moment, she heard an irritated voice from beside her.

As she turned her head, she observed a familiar demon. She appeared perplexed and irritated by the current situation.

Angelica had already grown accustomed to her behavior despite having only known her for a short period of time.

"Hey, do you have any idea of what's going on?"

Priscilla asked her, gently flapping her wings once and appearing within her proximity.

"I'm not sure."

Angelica shook her head.

She was similarly perplexed about the situation at hand, and it was likely the case for all the demons around them.

―Every demon is now ordered to return to the logistical area. His Majesty would like to grant everyone a few words.

All it took were two words, and all of the bewilderment that had been visible on the demons' faces vanished, and in its place was a look of complete and utter excitement.

"His Majesty would like to share a few words with us?"

All of the demons' confusion and discontentment regarding the orders vanished in an instant, and they dashed toward the logistical area, which was situated at the very back of the battleground.

There was a palpable excitement in the air, and even those who were injured did their best to make it back to the logistical area.

This was how much weight the Demon King's name carried among the demons.

He was akin to a god to them, and no one dared to be disrespectful toward him. He was, after all, the demon that had revived their race.

If it weren't for him, the demons never would have evolved into such a powerful race as they have today.

In all likelihood, they would've most probably been bottom feeders had it not been for him. Hunted by the other races for their mana devouring abilities.

"The Demon King wants to part us with a few words?"

ears picked up Priscilla's mutter, and she turned her head to look at

despise his

noticing that she did not

"Despise His Majesty?"

head and looked at her as if

His Majesty?

well… You don't seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in

say the same thing

of a reaction to the news and remained in

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you have a

"No shit."

chew her words and instead cocked her head to the side to take another look at

than to keep pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after

are you

to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and

as it came, but it didn't escape Priscilla's

"I'm coming."

to follow after her. After that, both of them

*

was

was broadcast, and in what felt like minutes, the entire land was swiftly submerged

was completely

one uttered a single sound throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the

was drawn to a particular tent located off in the

it didn't seem like it

"Such presence."

people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the

of the demons and continued to fix

a hard time keeping their eyes open because of the

who was present within the tent, and as a result, the breath of a good number of the demons became

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

another materialized right next to the

the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low

the only one who recognized them, as nearly everyone within the plot of land had an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from

no exception as her gaze fixed on one of

was anything

Swoosh!

the tent suddenly opened, and everyone's

from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was stooped, and they appeared to have an unimaginably

the only one who

appeared to be in a similar state to the

the timer hit five minutes, a man wearing a white mask emerged from the

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

army, and everyone turned their attention to him with great interest as the

time that many of the demons

wearing, was the only thing that

thanks to that that

he

somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking