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?"

up Priscilla's mutter, and she turned her

you despise his

noticing that she did not appear to be as

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as

I hate His Majesty?

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

the same

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

She shook her head.

I guess

"No shit."

chew her words and instead cocked her head

were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the contents of the

go; are you

be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret, but Priscilla caught a

came, but

"I'm coming."

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

*

area was starting to

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

land was

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

attention was drawn to a particular tent located off in the

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

"Such presence."

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

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

their eyes open because of the intense

indication to the demons that were present as to who was

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

breathing as one figure after another materialized

when they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing

of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating

her gaze fixed

was

Swoosh!

and everyone's attention immediately focused on

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 appeared to be in this

emerged, and it appeared to be in a similar state to the

from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a man wearing a white

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

probably the first time that many of the demons had

wearing, was the only thing

all thanks to that that they

he

became somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with