Who Isn't a Herrscher?

"It seemed they weren't trying to conquer Gurun Volcano at all. Instead, they were using its harsh environment to carry out Space Transfer."

Luo Mio nodded lightly.

"..."

About ten minutes later, the Space Magic Circle at Gurun Volcano emitted magical fluctuations once more.

But this time, it wasn't a Demon Race army being transported...

Meeting My Students

On a mountainside somewhere in the northern mountain range.

Due to certain special geographical factors, this place was far more concealed than one might imagine. Ordinary reconnaissance was unable to detect it.

Furthermore, this was an undeveloped area, so aside from a few monsters, there was basically nothing else here.

And precisely because of that, this place had become a temporary stronghold for the Demon Race.

"Only the last batch remains, right?"

A high-ranking Demon Race officer in armor was counting the gray wyverns and Demon Race soldiers transported through the Space Magic Circle.

"Yes. The last batch of wyverns and soldiers is still near Gurun Volcano."

"Good."

After finishing the count, the Demon Race officer looked toward Lake Urdia near Ur Town in the distance.

In the direction of Ur Town, a suffocating, dark-red aura filled with slaughter shot into the sky.

"Lord Freed must have already led the vanguard into the Winged Dragon Demonic Beast swarm."

One of his subordinates spoke from beside him.

"Still... that otherworlder named Shimizu Kōri was truly easy to use. His Majesty the Demon King merely said a few words to him, and he hypnotized and controlled an army of sixty thousand monsters for our Demon Race."

The Demon Race officer glanced at his subordinate.

"But you should be thankful that His Majesty the Demon King acted, allowing that otherworlder to be of use to us."

"Otherwise... if he had become our enemy, he would