The meeting within the Grand Hall lasted for some time.
During that period, no subordinate moved a muscle unless they were told to. This was not seen as a punishment, but as a sign of fervent devotion.
The Demon King delegated roles to his generals—The Demon Lords—based on their specialty.
"Zenkiel, you will be the commander-in-chief on the front lines. Any objections?"
The one addressed, Zenkiel of Vert, bowed even deeper than before.
"None, my King."
He looked like the oldest among the demons—having green scales all over his body, though he had on a noble's outfit.
His body was akin to a dragon's, with his horns and the bright green eyes that glimmered with satisfaction. His long tail wagged, though he tried to place it under control.
Zenkiel belonged to the Greens among the Demon Race. They took on animalistic features, having enough power to rival even the strongest of beast folks. However, this wasn't the only reason behind his elevated status.
Intelligence.
