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?"

and she turned her head

you despise

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

"Despise His Majesty?"

at her as if she

His Majesty? What gave

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

the same

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

She shook her head.

guess you

"No shit."

instead cocked her head to the side to take

her eyes were filled with reluctance, but

go; are

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

as fast as it came, but it didn't escape

"I'm coming."

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

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logistical area was starting

broadcast, and in what felt like minutes, the entire land was swiftly submerged

was

sound throughout the entirety

everyone's attention was drawn to a particular tent located

like it at first, everyone was sure that his majesty was

"Such presence."

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

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

open because of the intense pressure that was coming from inside the

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

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

they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low

idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from their bodies told them exactly what kind

exception as her gaze

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

opened, and everyone's attention immediately focused

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

the only one who appeared to be in

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

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."

the army, and everyone turned their

many of the demons had ever seen the strategist

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

that that they were able to recognize

does he look

different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking about the