Chapter 65 - Prologue

"Commander. Is what the messenger said… really true?" A pair of men walked through

the dense white mist. The younger of the two was dark-skinned, and his ears tapered

to a point. He was a demon.

The older man turned to his companion and considered the question. He had a stern

expression, which was only befitting of his age, and wrinkles deeper than the Reisen

Gorge.

"Vice-Captain Celeka. Do you mean to imply that our messengers are lying to us?" the

man intoned gravely.

"N-No, of course not. I would never even think of… My apologies, Commander Davros."

The young man named Celeka shook his head hurriedly.

Davros glared at Celeka, the rebuke in his gaze clear. Celeka was a high-ranking

member of the army. Someone of his station shouldn't have been making careless

remarks like that. Especially not in earshot of the army marching behind them.

"Our messengers were willing to sacrifice the monsters they'd been given to deliver

us that report. There's no doubt it's all true."

"But… I can't believe Freid-sama really was injured that badly… and to think—" To

think that the enemy survived Freid trapping them in the Grand Gruen Volcano while it

was erupting. Celeka didn't finish the rest of his sentence.

However, Davros understood exactly what he was trying to say.

"All that means is that the humans have someone that powerful on their side."

"I can't believe it. This is Freid-sama we're talking about here! He had Uranos with

him, along with a personal army of monsters… Could he really have lost?"

Though he kept his voice low, Celeka couldn't hide his distress.

Davros once again glared reproachfully at his vice-captain. Celeka gulped and clamped

his mouth shut. Though if he was being honest, Davros didn't blame the boy for being

so worried.

It had been two months since Davros had taken his elite squad out of Garland, the

demon kingdom, and headed to scout the Haltina Woods. They were searching for the

true entrance to the labyrinth that was hidden within.

The entire forest was an unmapped region inhabited by beastmen and monsters.

Dense fog blanketed the trees year-round, confusing the senses and making

navigation impossible. Only the beastmen and the monsters native to the forest were

immune to the fog's effects.

Freid Bagwa, supreme commander of Garland's forces, had ordered elite squads to

seek out the other labyrinths and conquer them. The source of his own strength had

come from conquering one of the labyrinths and obtaining the secrets of one of the

ancient magics held in its depths.

Freid wanted as many of his brethren as possible capable of using ancient magic, so

he'd sent the best of his men out to find the others and absorb their strength.

Davros was one of Garland's oldest commanders, and both Freid and the demon lord

trusted him implicitly. They had selected him for this mission because they believed

he was capable enough to handle the sea of trees and the true labyrinth that was in its

depths.

Davros placed great faith in the opinions of Freid and his king, and he believed in his

own strength. Though he knew the labyrinths' trials were dangerous, he believed he

could take on whatever was in store.

Especially because he had an unbeatable trump card.

"Grrr."

"Screeech."

The monster mounts that Davros and his unit were riding growled, their hackles

raised. Their cries sounded like metal screeching on metal.

They were powerful creatures, granted to Davros by Freid. Not only were they immune

to the befuddling effects of the fog, they were far stronger than most monsters. And

they were the demons' trump card.

All of the other units Freid had sent out to conquer key cities and discover the

locations of the remaining labyrinths had also possessed monsters he'd created

himself.

So long as they had Freid's monsters, they would be unbeatable. Every demon Freid

had sent out had been confident of that fact.

Davros' faith in his god and the supremacy of his race had been absolute, and he had

been certain they would be able to prove the superiority of the demons' ideals through

their inevitable victory.

But now, Davros wasn't so sure. Not after all the reports he'd heard.

In order to find their way through the forest, Davros had needed to rely on Freid's

monsters. On top of that, he'd needed to bring a sizable force with him. There was no

telling how many beastmen and monsters he'd have to face along the way, and facing

all of that alone would have been difficult. That had meant they couldn't rely on

airborne monsters to transport them.

After all, no matter how strong Davros was, and no matter how powerful Freid's

monsters could be, he didn't want to alert Verbergen of their presence. A large flock of

airborne monsters passing over the forest would have done just that. Fighting

Verbergen head-on with his numbers would have been unwise, so he'd stuck to

stealth.

He'd started by following the south edge of the Reisen Gorge east, and entered the

forest from the southern side. The Haltina Woods stretched a few hundred kilometers

into the southern continent, so getting in had been a simple task

After that they had traveled north, sticking to places where the trees were less dense.

Maintaining contact with Garland had been easy, as the demons controlled the

southern fringes of the forest.

Davros had been expecting to hear triumphant reports of how each demon had

flawlessly carried out their respective mission. Instead, this was what he'd received:

—Mission to cripple the humans' agricultural capacity and assassinate the Fertility

Goddess. Failed. Lace, the demon in charge of the mission, has been gravely injured.

He will not be returning to active duty. All monsters under his command were

annihilated.

—Mission to conquer the true Great Orcus Labyrinth and solicit the human heroes

onto our side. Failed. Cattleya, the demon in charge of the mission, was killed in action.

All monsters under her command were annihilated.

—Mission to conquer Ankaji. Failed. Logan, the demon in charge of the mission,

returned safely. Most monsters under his command were annihilated.

One after another, Davros heard reports of his comrades being defeated. Whenever

someone from the messenger squad came to report, it was with a grim expression on

their face.

However, the most unbelievable report had come in just as Davros' squad was closing

in on Verbergen.

—General Freid crossed forces with an unknown enemy at the Grand Gruen Volcano.

He suffered grievous injuries and was forced to abandon the volcano. He is currently

recuperating.

Freid, the invincible demon hero, had suffered his first defeat. Davros had been utterly

shocked when he'd heard. He was glad now that he'd instructed the messenger to only

inform his lieutenants of this report.

His men's morale would have been in tatters otherwise. The fact that his vice-captain

had come to him about it right after they'd met up proved that keeping quiet about it

had been the right decision.

Naturally, Davros himself was greatly disturbed by the news too. Still, more than that,

he was furious. Furious at this upstart human who dared oppose the chosen race and

spit on what should have been their glorious conquest.

"Commander, there appears to be a settlement in front of us. We've entered beastmen

territory." Davros nodded at Celeka's report. He was determined to send the first

positive report back to the capital, to make up for his comrades' losses.

"Listen up, men. Right now, General Freid will have begun the invasion of Heiligh's

capital, while Divoff's squad should be in place to assassinate the emperor. They will

surely succeed and bring glory to our great nation. There would be no greater shame

than to return home empty-handed while our peers succeed!" Celeka and the others

began burning with an unquenchable thirst for blood. Their monsters roared their

approval with their strange, metallic screeching. These were a new species Freid had

only recently created.

Unfortunately for Davros, his conviction came from ignorance. He wasn't aware that

the same enemy who had defeated Freid would once again appear at the capital and

thwart their ambitions. Or that an army of extremely powerful and bloodthirsty

soldiers, trained by that very same man, called this place their home.

Little did he know that this invasion he believed to be simple would turn into the worst

nightmare of his life.