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?"

Priscilla's mutter, and she turned

you despise

her reaction and noticing that she did not appear to

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as if she was out of

Majesty? What gave

the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit and listening to

the same thing about

much of a

She shook her head.

I guess you

"No shit."

her head to the side to take another look

nothing more than to keep pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about

go; are

glanced at Angelica, who appeared to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret,

as fast as it came, but it didn't

"I'm coming."

her. After that, both of them spread their

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logistical area was starting to

in what felt like minutes, the entire land was

land was

the fact that no one uttered a single sound throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness

everyone's attention was drawn to a

while it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was sure that

"Such presence."

were two of the very last people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the location

silence along with the rest of the demons and continued to fix their

hard time keeping their eyes open because of the intense pressure that

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

breathing as one figure after another materialized

couple of the demons that had appeared before

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

muttered in a low voice,

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

as her gaze fixed on one

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

tent suddenly opened, and everyone's

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

wasn't the only one who

and it appeared to be in a similar state to the first demon who

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

was probably the first time that many of the demons had ever seen the

something he was known for wearing, was the only thing that allowed

that they were able to

does he look

became somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking about