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 turned her head to

you despise his

reaction and noticing that she did not appear

"Despise His Majesty?"

and looked at her as if she was out

His Majesty? What

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

say the same

just like her, Angelica didn't show much of

She shook her head.

I guess you have a

"No shit."

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

and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking

go; are

to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult

as it came,

"I'm coming."

after her. After that, both of them spread their wings, and the outline of their bodies became

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was

and in what felt like minutes,

was completely

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

everyone's attention was drawn to a particular

it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was sure that his majesty was

"Such presence."

and Priscilla were two of the very last people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the location was already very close

continued to

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

one figure after another materialized right next to the tent

the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had

was anything but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low

who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from

exception as her gaze fixed on one of the demons

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

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

to emerge from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was

only one who appeared to be in this

a similar

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

of the demons had ever seen the strategist

wearing, was the only thing that allowed them

that they were able

does he look

became somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with