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

reaction and noticing that she did not appear to

"Despise His Majesty?"

her as

would I hate His Majesty? What gave you such

prospect of getting

could say the same thing

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

She shook her head.

guess you

"No shit."

head to the side to

more than to keep pursuing them, and her eyes were filled with reluctance, but

are you

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

came,

"I'm coming."

that, both of

*

was

what felt like minutes, the entire

was completely

throughout the entirety of the event made the strangeness of the circumstance even

focus of everyone's attention was drawn to a particular tent located

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

"Such presence."

people to arrive, and by the time they did so, the location

and continued to fix their gaze on the tent that was located further

a hard time keeping their eyes open because of the

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

another materialized right next to the tent in that very

when they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had appeared before the

anything but

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low voice,

them, as nearly everyone within the plot of land had an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating

her gaze fixed on one of the demons

was anything but

Swoosh!

opened, and everyone's attention immediately focused on the

in a black robe. Their posture was stooped, and they appeared to have an

only one who

in a similar state to

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

turned

many of the demons had ever seen the strategist

white mask, which was something he was known for wearing, was the only thing that

that that

does he

somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking