Mel left the manor and returned to the military camp.
To launch a northern expedition against Gard, he first had to reach a ceasefire with the demons. Under these circumstances, he either had to negotiate peace with them or completely crush their army so they could not regroup anytime soon.
Of the two options, Mel had obviously chosen to fight. Among the Demon King's army's Eight Great Generals, few could still pose a threat to him.
Since a decisive battle with the Demon King's army was inevitable sooner or later, he might as well weaken their forces as soon as possible.
According to the history books, compared to the previous Demon King, who had relied on individual strength, this Demon King had undoubtedly gathered many more subordinates. That Lich King among them had originally been a priest of the church.
In the current situation, Mel was even more wary of humans, because humans always knew how to deal with humans.
Upon entering the camp, he first met a purple-haired youth named Punk, the current commander of the cavalry regiment and one of the trustworthy people Mel had brought out of the Cursed Land.
He appeared to be one of the Gekket people as well. Mel just did not know how the Gekket people outside differed from those in the Cursed Land.
"Punk, are you one of the Gekket people too?"
"The Gekket people?"
"Yes, like Master Kiriri—a race with long lifespans and naturally powerful magic." Mel studied Punk carefully.
"If we're talking about lifespan, then I do live longer than ordinary people. And I was born with relatively strong magic."
Upon closer inspection.
Punk's hair color was indeed very close to Kiriri's. It was basically certain that they belonged to the same race.
"Um, Ruler Lord, is there something you're