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?"

Priscilla's mutter, and she

you despise his

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

"Despise His Majesty?"

and looked at her as

Majesty?

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

say the same thing about

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

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you

"No shit."

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

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

are

at Angelica, who appeared to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret, but Priscilla caught a glimpse of

fast as it came, but it didn't escape

"I'm coming."

decided to follow after her. After that, both of them spread

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logistical area was

in what felt like minutes, the entire land was

land was completely

sound throughout the entirety of the event

attention was drawn to a

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

"Such presence."

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

and continued to fix their

their eyes open because of

demons that were present as to who was present within the tent, and as a result, the breath of a

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

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

facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had appeared before

anything but pleasant

"It's the seven patriarchs."

muttered in a low voice,

idea of who they were, and if that wasn't

exception as her gaze fixed

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

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

from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in

only one who appeared

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

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

entrance caused a commotion among the army, and everyone turned their attention to him with great interest as

probably the first time that many of

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

that that they

he

somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking