Demonic Shelter…
"Boss, are we really going to that Elf's shelter in two day's time?" one of Swiper's subordinates asked. "I don't think we need to rely on them for anything. We can protect our shelter on our own. Isn't that right, everyone?"
"Yes!"
"We demons are strong! We don't need any help from the other races!"
"It's just a bunch of undead. Last time, we only had less than a dozen casualties. I'm sure that if we make enough preparations, we will be able to survive the next Haunting as well."
"We don't need to hide under that Elf's skirt, we can survive on our own!"
""Yeah!""
The Demons voiced their opinions while Swiper sat on his chair and smoked a cigar.
"You fools. Do you really think that I am scared of the Haunting?" Swiper snorted.
"Then, why did you agree to that alliance, Boss?" a Wolfkin asked.
Swiper took a deep drag of the cigar in his hand before puffing the smoke in a casual manner.
