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?"

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

you despise his

and noticing that she did not appear to be as enthusiastic as the other

"Despise His Majesty?"

head and looked at her as if she

would I hate His Majesty?

prospect of getting to meet him

could say the same thing about

out. Indeed, just like her, Angelica didn't show much of a reaction to the news and remained in

She shook her head.

I guess you

"No shit."

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

but after thinking about the contents of the message, she had no choice but to give

are

in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to

it came,

"I'm coming."

both of them spread their

*

logistical area was starting to

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

was completely

single sound throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the circumstance

of everyone's attention was drawn to a particular tent located off in the

like it

"Such presence."

two of the very last people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the location was already very close to being

the demons and continued to fix

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

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

one figure after another materialized right next

expressions of a couple of the demons that had appeared

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing

idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from their bodies told them exactly what kind of beings

her gaze

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

suddenly opened, and everyone's

tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was stooped,

one who appeared to

be in a similar state to the first demon who

another emerged from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a man

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

probably the first time that many of the demons had ever seen the strategist in

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

was all thanks to that that they were able to recognize

he look

somewhat different while everyone else was