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?"

Priscilla's mutter, and she turned her head to look at

you despise his

reaction and noticing that she did not appear to be as enthusiastic

"Despise His Majesty?"

looked at her as if she was out of her

hate His Majesty? What gave you such

be particularly excited at the prospect of getting to meet

say the same thing

much of a reaction to the news and remained in the air with

She shook her head.

sorry. I guess you have

"No shit."

her head to the side to take

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

are

place. Her expression was rather icy and difficult to interpret, but Priscilla caught a

it came, but it didn't

"I'm coming."

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

*

area was

had only been an hour since the message was broadcast, and in what felt like

land was

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

to a particular tent

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

"Such presence."

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

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

eyes open because of

that were present as to who was present within the tent, and as a result, the

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

materialized right next to the tent in that

facial expressions of a couple of the demons that had appeared

was anything but

"It's the seven patriarchs."

a low voice, recognizing them

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

no exception as her gaze fixed on one of the

gaze was anything but

Swoosh!

suddenly opened, and

to emerge from the tent was a lanky demon who was dressed in a black robe. Their posture

wasn't the only one who appeared to

soon emerged, and it appeared to be in a

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

"It's the strategist!"

"The strategist."

among the army, and everyone turned their attention to him

probably the first time that many of

was something he was known for wearing, was the only thing

all thanks to that that they were able to

does he

somewhat different while everyone else was preoccupied with talking about the