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?"

she turned

despise his

that she did not appear to be as enthusiastic as the

"Despise His Majesty?"

raised her head and looked at her as if she was out

His Majesty? What gave you

be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him in a bit

say the same

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

She shook her head.

I guess you

"No shit."

instead cocked her head to the side to

eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking about the contents of the message, she had no choice

go; are

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

fast as it came,

"I'm coming."

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

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logistical area was starting to

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

land was

fact that no one uttered a single sound throughout the entirety

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

it at first, everyone was

"Such presence."

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

along with the rest of the demons and continued to fix their gaze on the tent that was located further

their eyes open because of the intense pressure that was coming

present as to who was present within the tent,

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

materialized right next to

the facial expressions of a couple of the

anything but

"It's the seven patriarchs."

in a low voice,

as nearly everyone within the plot of land had an idea of who they

gaze fixed on one of the demons

was

Swoosh!

to the tent suddenly opened, and everyone's

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

only one who appeared to be in this

a similar state to the first demon who emerged from

emerged from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a man wearing a

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

the first time that many of the demons

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

was all thanks to that that

does he

expression became somewhat different while everyone else was