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?"

mutter, and she turned her head

you despise

noticing that she did not appear to be as enthusiastic as the

"Despise His Majesty?"

at her as

His Majesty?

You don't seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to

say the same thing about

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

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you have a

"No shit."

her head to the

but after thinking about

go; are

in place. Her expression was rather icy

fast as it came, but it

"I'm coming."

both of them spread their wings, and the outline of their

*

was starting to

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

land was completely

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

was drawn to a particular

the strategist's tent, and while it didn't seem like it at

"Such presence."

arrive, and by the time they did so, the location was already

maintained their silence along with the rest of the demons and continued to fix their

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

was sufficient to serve as an indication to the demons that were present as to who was present within the

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

after another materialized right next to the tent

facial expressions of a couple of the demons

anything but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low voice, recognizing them

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 told them

her gaze fixed on one of

gaze was

Swoosh!

suddenly opened, and everyone's

to emerge from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was stooped, and they appeared to have

who appeared to be in this

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

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

turned their attention to

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

wearing, was the only thing that allowed them to

that that they were able

he look

else was