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?"

picked up Priscilla's mutter, and she turned her head

despise

observing her reaction and noticing that she did not appear to be

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as if she was out of her

Majesty? What

well… You don't seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit and listening to

say the same thing

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

She shook her head.

I guess you have a

"No shit."

and instead cocked her head to

pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about

go; are you

expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret, but

it came, but it

"I'm coming."

to follow after her. After that, both of them

*

area was

an hour since the message was broadcast, and in what felt like minutes, the entire land was swiftly submerged in

land was completely

sound throughout the entirety of the event made the

everyone's attention was drawn to a

was the strategist's tent, and while it didn't seem like it at first, everyone was sure

"Such presence."

of the very last people to arrive, and by the time they did

the demons and continued to

open because of the intense pressure that

was present within the tent, and as a result, the breath of a good

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

breathing as one figure after another materialized

couple of the demons that had

was anything but pleasant

"It's the seven patriarchs."

muttered in a low voice,

everyone within the plot of land had an idea of who they were,

was no exception as her gaze

was anything but

Swoosh!

and everyone's attention

dressed in a

the only one who appeared

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

the minutes ticked by, one demon after another emerged from the tent. When the timer

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

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

known for wearing, was

to that that they were able

does he

different while everyone else was