Belial, the King of Lies, was one of the more thoughtful members of the Demonfolk.
He also hated those of his kind who didn't think.
They were all brutes who only wanted to fight their leader and take his place if they won, without considering the problems that might arise from the transfer of power.
Those were the good ones, at least. They were Devils, and in the truest sense, his own kind.
Demons were simply impossible to reason with.
He was deeply displeased that humans lumped Devils and Demons together as Demonfolk. The two only worked together briefly when they occasionally had a need to.
That didn't mean they were truly united.
On the contrary.
He was currently plagued by Demons.
Those lunatics couldn't stand going without causing trouble. In recent years, they hadn't been capable of invading other races, so they'd set their sights on the Devils again.
They'd been constantly harassing Fire-Burning Valley.
That was also why Belial had joined forces with the other Devil lords to plan something big.
They would launch a surprise attack and uprising during the grand and important Five-School Joint Tournament.
If they succeeded, they'd win on several fronts.
First, it would prove that the Devils' latest teleportation deployment technology worked and was highly effective.
Second, such an operation would inevitably provoke retaliation. On the Wasteland, the Demons' territory bordered the occupied lands and other nations directly, so they'd be the first to get hit in any reprisal.
The Devils' ideal future was one without Demons—a future in which they ruled the world.
Third, even though he was already the King of Lies, that didn't mean he stood at the peak of Devil society. Above him were the Archdevils, who wielded quasi-divine power.
The Archdevils wanted a formidable declaration of war, so