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

you despise his

questioned her after observing her reaction and noticing that she did not appear

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as if she was out of

Majesty? What gave you such

of getting to meet him in

could say the

didn't show much of a reaction to the news and remained in the air

She shook her head.

I guess you

"No shit."

her head to the side to

pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the

are you

expression was rather icy and difficult to

fast as it came, but it didn't escape

"I'm coming."

decided to follow after her. After that, both of them spread their wings, and the outline of

*

was starting

only been an hour since the message was broadcast, and in what felt like minutes, the entire land

land was

single sound throughout the entirety of the event

everyone's attention was drawn to a particular

strategist's tent, and while it didn't seem like it at

"Such presence."

to arrive, and by the

demons and continued to fix

time keeping their eyes open because of the intense pressure that was coming from inside the

as an indication to the demons that were present as to who was present within the tent, and as a result, the breath of

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

materialized right next to the

noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had

anything but pleasant

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing them

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

gaze fixed

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

and

to emerge from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was

only one who appeared

a similar state to the first demon who emerged from the

minutes ticked by, one demon after another emerged from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a man wearing a white

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

everyone turned their

was probably the first time that many of

was something he was known for wearing, was the only thing that allowed them to identify him

was all thanks to that that they were able to recognize

he look

everyone else was preoccupied with