How you doing? I'm Zilvagias, the demon prince who was just ordered to kill a group of human men with my own hands.
The day has finally come.
The day I feared.
I was surprisingly calm. Perhaps it was because I had already steeled myself when I made the contract with Ante.
But despite my resolve, my body grew unbearably hot, and the sweat on my forehead felt strangely cold.
The men were glaring at me.
They must have been treated horribly since being captured by the Demon King's army. They were covered in countless small wounds, and they surely hadn't been given proper food.
Chained up, surrounded by demons, night elves, and beastmen, and dragged into the center of the training grounds... It was obvious that a terrible fate awaited them.
But even so...
Even in such dire circumstances, they hadn't lost their fighting spirit. If they weren't chained, it looked like they would attack me barehanded at any moment.
