The Right Way to Compete

All the members of the Demonic Realm Squad had gathered in a room at the Hearthstone tavern.

"Why did you summon us?"

Bone Duke sat impatiently in a chair, draped in a golden robe today.

The robe completely concealed the aura of the undead around her. It was a High Elf creation, as precious to humans as a relic.

The robe's owner was, of course, the Grand Duke of Blood standing beside Joshua.

"Today's opponent is Axe Executioner. Well... it's a rather strange name for a squad, but I checked their members' ladder ratings, and none of them are particularly high."

Joshua was finally doing something a squad coach and manager ought to do: informing the other members about their next opponent.

"I watched their previous Preliminary Competition matches. They're just a bunch of lucky fools."

Bone Duke had no patience at all today. She was still dwelling on the game where Iron Forger had slaughtered her at the very beginning.

That was why she could not wait to make those people pay in blood at the Nolan Open Tournament.

As for the other opponents... Bone Duke had not considered them at all.

"Fine. I didn't call you here today to analyze tactics. I'm here to emphasize why the Demon Realm is participating in the Nolan Open Tournament."

"To make those humans worship your younger sister?" Bone Duke also knew the original purpose behind forming this squad. "Then what you should do now is send her out to slaughter every enemy, making those humans submit through absolute strength!"

"That was originally my idea as well, but there's a problem. The Nolan Holy Spirit Open Tournament... has currently developed into a competition between nations."

Joshua turned his head somewhat guiltily as he spoke, but Bone Duke, the Grand Duke of Blood,