Cheng.
Tilting her head slightly, Finihiya pondered with a hint of confusion and curiosity.
Seeing Finihiya completely at a loss, she decisively gave up on thinking and quietly sat inside the carriage, waiting for the group to set off again.
Although she thought this deep down, after sitting for a while, the unusually oppressive atmosphere outside the carriage stirred up her confusion once more.
When she lifted the curtain again, the Demon Soldiers showed a completely different attitude than usual.
Their straightened backs and serious, solemn expressions seemed to be on high alert.
As she examined the Demon Soldiers, an unexpectedly familiar female figure caught her eye.
“…Laili?”
About two months ago, she had seen this female succubus in Aarani Town at the border of the Theocracy.
According to the information gathered during this time, Laili was also one of the ten cadres of the Demon Race.
During the recent war, because Laili was in charge of other battlefields, Finihiya had less information about her.
However…
Because of the strange expression she had when leaving Dalinan’s room, Finihiya’s understanding of Laili increased considerably.
Laili seemed to have quite a fondness for Demon Lord Darlian.
Just as Finihiya’s gaze shifted away from Laili, another, even more familiar figure appeared in the distance.
The owner of that figure was extremely tall and sturdy, standing nearly four meters high.
Under thick, ram-like horns was a body covered in deep sea flame-like dark blue fur.
“Gelemex Gayagbi’ra…”
Watching the muscular back of this minotaur, Finihiya whispered the name that once struck fear into the Theocracy.
Gelemex was also one of the cadres of the Demon Race.
After scrutinizing Gelemex for a moment, Finihiya moved her gaze back to Laili, then let out a puzzled “Hmm?”
Two Demon Race cadres and the tightly guarded Demon Soldiers.
Such an unusual situation—even if she were a little naive—she could tell something big must have happened in the city.
Otherwise, how could two Demon Race cadres be standing around her, clearly stationed apart for her protection?
Her mind suddenly recalled the recent incident where Dalinan was summoned away.
Finihiya pursed her lips, wearing a serious expression as she thought it through.
“Something definitely happened.”
Long
Just as she thought this, the carriage suddenly shook violently, followed by a terrifying roar from afar.
The sharp, piercing rumble made Finihiya cover both ears with her hands.
Against the backdrop of a deep twilight sky, two figures shot out of the city at incredible speed.
Due to the distance and flying height, the two figures appeared no larger than tiny sesame seeds to Finihiya’s eyes.
They fiercely exchanged positions—leaving, then approaching—while their shadows overlapped and emitted intermittent, low metallic clangs.
The terrifying aftermath of their clashing magic rippled downward, pressing onto the ground, causing trees, flags, and scattered gravel to wail in response.
“…Dalinan.”
Although far apart and impossible to make out their forms at the horizon, by sensing the strong magical fluctuations, Finihiya could tell one of them was Dalinan.
The frequency of their shadow crossings gradually slowed, and one side clearly began to lose ground.
It seemed to be avoiding further entanglement, the losing side started fleeing.
After several intense rounds, the dominant side hovered in the air, allowing the fleeing opponent to escape awkwardly.
The remaining magic waves in the sky belonged to Dalinan.
This battle clearly ended with Dalinan’s victory.
Perhaps because the fight was over, the Demon Soldiers stationed at the city gates finally began to move forward again.
The previously thick atmosphere of seriousness and tension within the army vanished, replaced by relaxed, leisurely chatter among the Demon Soldiers.
Their words were filled with praise for Demon Lord Darlian’s strength.
Listening to the soldiers’ high spirits outside the carriage, Finihiya rested her cheek on her left hand.
Surprisingly, her emotions toward the recent battle in the sky were calm.
Judging from the fight, the internal strife within the Demon Race had clearly not been fully resolved.
That was not unexpected—after all, the Theocracy had ruled for so many years, and numerous internal conflicts had erupted.
But then again, who was the other figure?
At this thought, she tilted her head slightly, pondering.
The former Demon Lord Rolaikes Luerxis?
After thinking seriously for a while, that was her conclusion.
The only person who could stand against Darlian Sasha Lissti seemed to be the old Demon Lord, Rolaikes Luerxis.
According to information she had from the Church, Dalinan’s power far exceeded that of previous Demon Lords, which was why she could end Rolaikes’ millennium-long reign in just a few short years and compel the Demon Race’s dukes—the current cadres—to submit willingly, establishing a stable Demon Race government.
Many.
As her thoughts drifted, the carriage smoothly entered the city’s main street.
Perhaps because of the recent battle, fewer Demon Race citizens gathered along the broad street compared to the usual crowds passing through other towns.
Compared to other Demon Race towns, Demon King City of Yabadawi was much livelier and more prosperous.
“Mashaya! There’s a particularly beautiful doll over there.”
From the watching crowd of Demon Race citizens, a youthful female voice reached Finihiya’s ears, causing her to tilt her head and look that way.
The little Demon Race girl stood out in the bustling crowd.
Six or seven children, who looked to be about four or five years old by human standards, gathered there, dressed in rather rough and tattered clothes.
And the one called “Mashaya” appeared to be a woman in her early twenties.
At this moment, Mashaya was wearing a wry smile as she tried to manage and control the children.
“Mashaya, Mashaya! The doll moved! It moved! You have to look!”
The Demon Race group passed through the road beside a large park.
After the night had deepened considerably, the carriage carrying Finihiya finally stopped in front of the massive black castle in the middle of the city.
The castle’s style was close to Gothic.
Its spires soared into the clouds, and thick, old black stone walls were covered with bright green vines.
This castle was something Finihiya had seen in ancient books—a building with a very heavy sense of history.
Perhaps because of years of maintenance, the castle’s exterior, though aged, was far from dilapidated.
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