Seeing his sons standing before him, each and every one of them whole and unharmed, Solam felt deeply gratified. Nothing was more comforting than having the whole family safe and sound.
When the plan had first begun, Solam had expected it to be extremely difficult. At times, he had even prepared himself to receive terrible news. After all, this was the Blood War—anything could happen.
Yet by this point, everything had gone so fucking smoothly that even Solam found it unreal. Even now, he could not understand why Horus had practically run into the devils' armpit and they still pretended not to see him. Nor could he understand why, after he had turned the demon-occupied territory into a complete mess, the devils had remained firmly seated, as if nothing had happened.
At first, Solam had been scared shitless, thinking the devils were holding back for some brutal move. But after waiting and waiting, the devils had truly just sat there doing nothing... Even as of that morning, Solam still found it unbelievable. He simply could not figure out what the devils were trying to do.
But once Horus arrived, the truth became clear...
Honestly, Solam had never expected something so ridiculously absurd to happen on the devils' side as well. They had actually planned to wait until the demons battered each other into mutual ruin before coming out to clean up the mess. Those bastards really dared to dream. Were they planning to win while lying down? They were dreaming too beautifully.
Of course, Solam could understand the devils' thinking. Over the countless years, demons had done plenty of idiotic things, often leaving the devils across from them not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Just as demons found it difficult to understand why devils submitted to a system with