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 to look at

despise

questioned her after observing her reaction and noticing that she did not appear

"Despise His Majesty?"

at her as if she was out of

hate His Majesty? What gave you

the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit

say the

just like her, Angelica didn't show much of

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you have a

"No shit."

her words and instead cocked her head

nothing more than to keep pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about

go; are you

glanced at Angelica, who appeared to still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy

left as fast as it came, but it

"I'm coming."

played it cool and decided to follow after her. After that, both of them spread their wings, and the outline of their bodies became less

*

was starting

and in what felt like minutes, the entire

was completely

no one uttered a single sound throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the circumstance even

everyone's attention was drawn to

like it at first, everyone was sure

"Such presence."

to arrive, and by the time they

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

having a hard time keeping their eyes open because of the

to serve as an indication to the demons that were present as to who was present within the tent,

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

one figure after another materialized right next to the tent

the facial expressions of a couple

anything but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low

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

gaze fixed on one

was anything but

Swoosh!

and everyone's attention immediately focused

was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was stooped, and

who appeared to be in

soon emerged, and it appeared to be in a

from the tent. When the timer hit five

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

commotion among the army, and everyone turned

first time that many of the demons had ever seen

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

was all thanks to that that they were able to recognize

he look

different while everyone else