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

and noticing that she

"Despise His Majesty?"

raised her head and looked at her as if she

would I hate His Majesty?

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

the same thing about

didn't show much of a reaction

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you have

"No shit."

head to

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

are you

Her expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret, but Priscilla

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

*

area was starting to

the message was broadcast, and in what felt

was

sound throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the circumstance

attention was drawn to a particular tent located

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

"Such presence."

last people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the

with the rest of the demons and continued

because of the intense pressure that was coming from inside

present as to who was

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

one figure after another materialized right next to the tent in that

they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had appeared

anything but

"It's the seven patriarchs."

low voice,

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 pressure emanating from their bodies

exception as her gaze fixed on one of

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

opened, and everyone's attention immediately focused on the

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

one who appeared to be in

it appeared to be in a similar state to the first demon who

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

time that many of the demons had ever seen the strategist

something he was known for wearing, was the only thing that allowed them

all thanks to that that they were able to

does he

everyone else was