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 her

despise his

she did not appear to be

"Despise His Majesty?"

and looked at her as if she was out

Majesty? What gave you

the prospect of getting to meet him in

the same thing about

show much of a reaction to

She shook her head.

I guess

"No shit."

instead cocked her head to the side to take another look at the fleeing

eyes were filled with reluctance, but after thinking

go; are

still be floating in place. Her expression was rather icy

came,

"I'm coming."

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

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logistical area was

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

was completely

entirety of the event made the

drawn to

the strategist's tent, and while it didn't seem like it at

"Such presence."

by the

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

because of the intense pressure that was coming from inside the

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

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

as one figure after another materialized

the facial expressions of a couple

but pleasant at

"It's the seven patriarchs."

muttered in a low

an idea of who they were, and if that wasn't enough, the pressure

her gaze fixed on one of the

gaze was anything

Swoosh!

opened, and everyone's attention

tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture

the only one who appeared to be in this

and it appeared to be in a similar state to the first

after another emerged from the tent. When the timer

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

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

first time that many of

white mask, which was something he was known for wearing, was the only thing that allowed them to identify

that that they were able to recognize

he

different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking about