Volume 3 Chapter 3 (2/2)

After saying those words, the goat demon remained silent. No matter how much Ronove protested, Zagan’s voice never again came out of the demon’s mouth.

“Zagan, we’re not done talking yet! I don’t, I don’t want to die. You told us we could win and flawlessly too so I cooperated with you. But as things stand, I, I’m going to die! This isn’t what you promised! Answer me, answer me, Zagan!”

Again and again, Ronove kept talking to the goat demon but no reply ever came. After a while, he came to an unbelievable conclusion.

“…Could it be? Have I been used? Was I so stupid that I was tricked? No, no, no! Had I known that the enemies were these fiends, I would have never gotten involved in this alliance.”

[Viscosity] Demon Lord Ronove was at his wit’s end. As he was like that though, the enemy monsters were fast approaching. At the rate they were going, it wouldn’t even take an hour for them to reach the crystal room.

“No, no, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. I have to use that, yes, yes, I will.”

Staggering, he went out of his crystal room to meet with his barely-legal trump card that if possible, he didn’t want to put into play. But even if this trump could drive those so-called fiends away, there was something it could not help with.

“Everyone will never return. Everyone that died, everyone I’ve lost, I’ll never see them again.”

The monsters on the first floor that were annihilated with just one attack would never come back to life.

For the first time in his life, Ronove cursed at his own stupidity.

He believed Zagan’s assurances that they could win and he himself thought such would happen. The result though was the death of his important monsters.

If there was a next time, he decided that no matter how hard and painful things got, he would be thinking for himself and not rely on anyone else. Never again would he make this kind of mistake. And as such, he matured.

He called out his trump card that he received from a skilled Demon Lord. It was an A rank monster that could grow so it was the strongest kind of monster.

Looking at him with its cold eyes, its form really was vastly different from his own monsters.

Under normal circumstances, it was so strong that it should be impossible for it to lose to any kind of monster made by a Demon Lord that was just born.

He knew that and yet his unease never ceased.

As he still felt worried, Procell’s monsters finally arrived at the depths of his dungeon.

Thus, with a prayer, he sent out his trump card.

“Please, please, I beg you, please.”

At this point in the war, praying was all he could do.