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

despise his

and noticing 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 of her

hate His Majesty? What gave

well… You don't seem to be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet him

say the

of a reaction to the

She shook her head.

I guess

"No shit."

instead cocked her head to the side to take another

were filled with reluctance, but after

are

in place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to

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

"I'm coming."

it cool and decided to follow after her. After that, both of

*

logistical area was

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

land was

entirety of the event made

to a particular tent located off in the

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

"Such presence."

two of the very last people to arrive, and by the

the demons and continued to fix their gaze on the tent

were having a hard time keeping their eyes open because of the

serve as an indication to the demons that were present as to who was present within the tent, and as a result, the breath of a good

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

figure after another materialized right next

they noticed the facial expressions of a couple of the

but pleasant at the

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing them

within the plot of land had an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure emanating from their bodies

her gaze

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

opened, and everyone's attention immediately

first person to emerge from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture was stooped, and they appeared to

only one who appeared

be in a similar

one demon after another emerged from the tent. When the timer hit five minutes, a

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

among the army, and everyone turned their attention to him with

time that many of the demons had ever seen

was the only thing

thanks to that that they were able to

he look

different while everyone else was preoccupied with