The demon army in the central continent was brutally defeated by the elites of each country.
　The leaders of each country lamented the great damage and praised each other's efforts, and agreed not to continue to be vigilant against the demon world.

　Meanwhile, the defeated soldiers of the demon world went to report to a certain place.
　This is the castle where the most feared entity in the demon world is located.

　Sitting on the jet-black throne was Abyss, one of the four dukes who ruled the demon world.
　He looked more like a human of about thirty years old than an evil demon.

　The purple skin and miserable golden eyes, as well as the black horns extending from his forehead and the black wings sprouting from his back
It's a different place with humans.

His Excellency ...... So far, the hand forces seem to be struggling everywhere.

I see. Life on Earth is pretty impressive, isn't it?

　Abyss smiled thinly at that.
　He didn't underestimate the creatures on the ground, unlike his compatriots.

'Any word on the current hero who claims to have defeated Gepardu?

We have no idea. We cannot invade the place we intended to because of the d*mning warding that prevents us from going anywhere. If it weren't for that.
There's something we can do about it.

　The reporter gives a weak response.
　He knew it was only permissible because the other party was Abyss.

　If he said the same thing in front of another duke or marshal, he would immediately be torn to pieces.

''Then it's best to take a detour to Marsley's hand.

　Abyss said.
　'Marsley is one of the Marshals, a man of the most careful measures.

　He wants to use the weakest people who can go to the ground to tame the people on the ground and give them guidance.

"I can't say that the organization that calls itself the 'Hand of Darkness' has accomplished much,

　The reporter said.
　He said this with the hope that if you have a suggestion for leverage, you'll let me know.

'There's only one, right?　Get the staff sergeants moving. Get five more organizations up and running.

Ha!

　Abyss's orders are practically absolute for the people of the Demon World.
　As a rule, the Demon Lord doesn't say anything to them, and the dukes don't interfere with each other.

If possible, I'd like to meet the fierce man who defeated Gepardu: ......

　Abyss said happily.

'Most of all, my priority is to conquer the earth and offer it to my God.

　Muttering to himself, he closes his eyes.
　For Abyss, a citizen of the demon world who only thought of a year as a moment, waiting was not painful.

　However, not all of his compatriots were the same.
　Those who are strong and loyal to their desires will make a fuss about not being able to wait.

　Send such people to the earth as an advance party.
　It would give the appearance of placating dissatisfaction and eliminating elements that could disturb the stability.

　The Abyss is the most mild-mannered of the four dukes of the Demon World, but he has no mercy on beings who don't agree with him.


''Did Abyss-sama say that?''

　The marshals and generals under Abyss' control buzzed lightly.
　To them, Abyss was the absolute ruler.

　The Demon Emperor is an object of faith, which is slightly different from obedience.
　There was no righteousness or obligation to obey him since his chain of command was different from that of the other dukes.


''Marshal Marsley,''

　General Hugo called out to him.

'Yes,' said General Hugo. 'Yes,' says General Hugo. 'Let Hirgen's mission go ahead. Glaosurm, you and your men will have to help.

　Glaosam shook his head in disgust at Marsley's words.

'If it's Abyss-sama's decision, it's unavoidable. I'd like to launch a more direct offensive.

I'm saying we need to be prepared for that.

　A frustrated Marsley retorts.

'Little by little, the gods' wards are getting weaker and weaker. All we have done so far has not been in vain.'

I hope so.

　Glaozarm said sarcastically.

'If only we could loosen the wards of the gods, we could invade directly?　What are you complaining about?

　He was silent at Marsley's words.

'I agree, but chiming in is not in our nature. We ought to send in a lot of the lower classes of people.'

　Gen. Laob insisted.

'I agree,'

　Glaozarm and many others support him, and Marsley sighs softly.