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?"

she turned her head to

you despise

and noticing that she did not appear to be as enthusiastic

"Despise His Majesty?"

at her as if

I hate His Majesty?

prospect of getting to meet him in a

the same thing about

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

She shook her head.

I guess you have

"No shit."

did not chew her words and instead cocked her head

them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the contents of the message, she had no choice but to give

go; are you

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

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

"I'm coming."

it cool and decided to follow after her. After that, both of them

*

area was starting

was broadcast, and in what felt like minutes,

land was completely

the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the

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

tent, and while it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was

"Such presence."

by the time they did so,

rest of the demons and continued to fix their gaze on

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

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!

breathing as one figure after another materialized right

a couple of

anything but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing

within the plot of land had an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from their bodies told them

exception as her gaze fixed on one of

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

suddenly opened, and everyone's attention immediately focused

a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their

who appeared to be

to be in a similar state to the first demon who emerged from

minutes ticked by, one demon after another emerged from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a man wearing a white mask emerged from

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

among the army, and everyone turned their attention to him

time that many of the demons had ever seen

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

to that that they were able to

does he look

else was