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 to look at

you despise

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

"Despise His Majesty?"

and looked at her as if

Majesty? What gave

prospect of getting

the same

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

She shook her head.

I guess you

"No shit."

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

more than to keep pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the contents

go; are you

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

as it came, but it didn't

"I'm coming."

that, both of them spread their wings, and

*

area was starting to

had only been an hour since the message was broadcast, and in what felt

land was

uttered a single sound throughout the entirety of the event

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

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

"Such presence."

by the time they did so, the

with the rest of the demons and continued to fix their gaze

keeping their eyes open because of

was present within the tent, and

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

stopped breathing as one figure after another materialized right next to the

of a couple of the demons that had appeared before

was anything but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing

land had an idea of who they were,

as her gaze fixed

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

door to the tent suddenly opened, and everyone's attention immediately

in a

one who appeared to be

be in a similar state to the first

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

was probably the first time that many of the demons had ever seen the

known for wearing, was the only thing that allowed them to identify

to that that

he look

became somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied