"No Third Possibility."

Before anyone realized it, a group of unknown demons who had arrived at the border of the Moon Demon Territory quietly withdrew.

Everyone had already received the news and learned that the succubi's curse had been resolved.

At this point, it was no longer possible to do anything to that Demonoid.

Thus, as their leader retreated, the Old Demon Race members from the Primal Demons also left the area one after another, continuing their concealment in the Demon Realm.

"Well, that ended without any real danger."

Danas snapped his fingers after learning the news.

His father had failed, which was exactly the outcome he wanted.

Now, his father had withdrawn. Even the Moon Apostle, who ostensibly seemed to be carrying out the mission of searching for the succubi but had actually been keeping an eye on his movements, sometimes even coming near him to monitor him, had unwillingly retreated. That proved the mission had indeed failed.

Of course—

"Your father and that colleague of yours definitely still suspect you."

A girl's voice sounded from behind Danas and reached his ears.

Danas did not react.

"Being suspected is inevitable." Danas spoke frankly. "In an organization like this, hoping anyone can be trusted is wishful thinking to begin with."

Danas knew very well just how heartless, cold, suspicious, and cautious his father was.

If his father had not wanted to keep him as "insurance," Danas would never have been born, nor would he have lived until now.

As for the Moon Apostle, that woman had always had a problem with him.

Therefore, Danas had long been mentally prepared.

"What do you plan to do next?" the girl asked. "Your Seventh Demonoid creation plan is about to end, and it seems you do not have much time left, right?"

"I know." Danas did