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 head

despise

and noticing that she

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as

would I hate His Majesty? What gave you

seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in a

could say the same thing about

show much of

She shook her head.

guess you have

"No shit."

cocked her head to

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

are

to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to

came,

"I'm coming."

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

*

logistical area was starting

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

land was completely

entirety of

focus of everyone's attention was drawn to

the strategist's tent, and while it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was sure

"Such presence."

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

demons and continued

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

alone was sufficient to serve as an indication to the demons that were present as to who was present within the tent, and as a result, the

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

figure after another materialized

when they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the

but pleasant

"It's the seven patriarchs."

muttered in a low voice, recognizing

everyone within the plot of land had an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the

her gaze fixed on one of the

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

door to the tent suddenly opened, and

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

the only one who appeared to

to be in a similar state to the first

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

probably the first time that many of the demons had

mask, which was something he was known for wearing, was the only thing

that they

he look

became somewhat different while everyone else