I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 133

[Do you wish to transfer a copy of the demonic energy absorption technique (rank 2)]

[(Accept) (Reject)] 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I accept," Selef replied in his mind.

Isirid, who had been adapting to the demonic energy absorption technique, felt a sudden enlightenment, as if her body and mind were spontaneously and quickly adapting to the new technique Selef was teaching her.

[Transfer: 81%...]

About five minutes later, the following notification about the transfer appeared.

[Transfer: 82%...]

"It will take a little over an hour at this rate, but I can’t deny that it’s quite fast. It must be because she had understood most of the technique on her own," thought Selef without letting his guard down, as he had also been keeping an eye on the surroundings outside the cave he had created.

••••

With only an hour left before the sun set, the commanders and leaders gathered at the order of Duke Venzariac.

In a red military tent with golden carpets, the commanders and leaders who had conquered two baronies, a viscountcy, and a county in the demonic territory sat around a wooden table.

Everyone remained silent. Next to the duke were Commander Edgar, Commander Maze, and two men in gray robes who were in the middle of the fifth rank.

"Tomorrow we will attack, just as the sun rises. I myself will participate if something unexpected arises. Prepare well tonight. We must not give them time to react. I have decided this because tomorrow we will receive the support of a powerful group that will also attack at that time. Kill as many demons as you can," said Duke Venzariac, revealing his presence in the seventh rank.

The leaders and commanders did not dare to refute him, as they saw the sinister and deep gaze of the duke, who did not hide his uncontrollable murderous intentions, greatly amplified by the potion that Inquisiderian had offered him.

"As you command."

"We will follow your instructions."

"We will attack without fail."

Everyone responded in their own way, using a respectful tone.

"You may withdraw," said the duke.

Everyone left with somewhat complicated expressions due to the unilateral way in which they had been treated, but another reason why they did not reply was because of the duke’s two commanders, or rather, the sinister and powerful swords they possessed.

...

Maze was a young-looking man with creamy white skin, green eyes, and dull black hair. He was athletic and slightly tall.

Maze left the military tent shortly after the commanders and leaders of the military council did. He used a magical device to light a cigar, inhaled deeply, and then let out a large amount of smoke. Looking up at the sky with an almost reflective tone, he said:

"This is going to be shit."

"Why do you say that?" Edgar asked.

"You haven’t seen the duke. I don’t know who the hell those guys in robes are, but they seem very suspicious to me. Besides, this sword isn’t my style." Maze replied as he walked over to a wooden bench and sat down.

Edgar didn’t argue with him. He also thought the guys in robes looked shady, but he also knew what had happened to the duke’s daughter. Since he didn’t have any kids, he couldn’t understand it, but he tried to get a sense of the duke’s desire for revenge.

Maze was a very thoughtful guy, he always thought things through carefully, but Edgar knew that despite everything, Maze never hesitated when decisive moments arrived.

"It’s strange, we always got into trouble when we followed your plans at the Academy. That’s why I was surprised when you called me to serve a man with such a great reputation as the Duke. If we die and there’s something else, ask them to remove your bad luck before you reincarnate," said Maze, then inhaled his cigarette again.

Edgar smiled. To him, Maze was like a brother. The two had grown up together in the same orphanage, and life had kept them together and loyal to each other.

"I will," said Edgar.

The breeze blew and carried away the smoke Maze had exhaled.

••••

In an elegant, sumptuous, and orderly study, with golden walls, white marble floors, and a glass ceiling with beautiful hanging lamps, Marquis Teraz Sevec and his father, the imposing Balac Sevec, were gathered.

"Father, I believe we should only protect our territory. The reconquest must be a decision made by the Republican Council. We must let them take that risk." said a demon with eyes as orange as fire, dark red hair, reddish horns, reddish skin, a handsome, mature face, and dressed in a black shirt and pants, who was sitting in front of his desk.

Balac, who was sitting in an armchair drinking a golden liquor from an iridescent crystal glass, replied:

"Don’t be overconfident. You’ve done well so far, Teraz, but there is great instability caused by the remnants of the Cudernic who, as your son told me, are false demons who ally themselves with humans, and that puts the demons at a disadvantage."

Balac drank the rest of his drink and added:

"It’s very likely that those disgusting Cudernians have already infiltrated the Republican Council. The best we can do is prepare for the worst-case scenario. I’ll be keeping an eye out, and if necessary, I’ll intervene. You guide our subordinates. That’s why we invested so much money to bring so many talented people to our marquisate. It’s good for the young people to gain experience and for the experienced to teach them.

Marquis Sevec sighed, opened his drawer, and looked at the portrait of a beautiful woman with pure white skin, blue eyes, and light blue hair, who had two white horns around her head that looked like a beautiful crown.

"Stop looking at the past, especially in situations like this. Look to the future if you want to survive. You have experience, but a drop of doubt in the midst of chaos can be fatal," said Balac as he poured himself another glass of golden liquor.

The beautiful demon woman in the portrait was Mart Sevec’s late mother and the last demon of her lineage.

Teraz Sevec pulled a black-and-gold-sheathed sword from his demon ring, which had a crimson gem at the tip of the hilt.

Balac glanced at him and nodded when he saw his son staring intently at the sword that had accompanied him many times on the battlefield.