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?"

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

you despise his

her after observing her reaction and noticing that she did not appear

"Despise His Majesty?"

her head and looked at her as if

Majesty? What gave

well… You don't seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit and listening

the

Angelica didn't show much of a

She shook her head.

I guess you have

"No shit."

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

filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the contents of the message, she had no choice

go; are

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

fast as it came, but it didn't escape Priscilla's

"I'm coming."

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

*

area was starting to

what felt like minutes, the entire land was

land was

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

to a particular tent located off

tent, and while it didn't seem like it

"Such presence."

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

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

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

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

materialized right next to the tent

expressions of a couple of the demons that

was anything but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

low voice, recognizing them

idea of who they

no exception as her gaze fixed

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

door to the tent suddenly opened, and everyone's

the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black

only one who appeared

figure soon emerged, and it appeared to be in a similar state

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

turned their

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

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

to that that they were able to recognize

he

different while everyone else was preoccupied