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?"

mutter, and she turned her

despise his

reaction and noticing that she did not appear to be as

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as

would I hate His Majesty? What

be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit and listening to his

say the

her, Angelica didn't show much of a reaction to the news and remained in the air with

She shook her head.

guess you

"No shit."

instead cocked her head to the side to take another

them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after

are you

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

left as fast as it came,

"I'm coming."

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

*

was starting

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

was

entirety of the event made the

attention was drawn to a particular tent located off in

and while it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was sure that his majesty was in that

"Such presence."

the time they did

rest of the demons and continued to fix their gaze on the tent that was

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

as to who was present within the tent,

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

stopped breathing as one figure after another materialized right next to the

noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the

but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low voice, recognizing

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

gaze

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

and everyone's attention immediately focused on the

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

one who appeared

appeared to be in a similar state to the

the tent. When the timer

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

entrance caused a commotion among the army, and everyone turned their attention

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

he was known for wearing, was the

to that that they

he

everyone else was preoccupied with talking about