The incubi surveyed the rat corpses strewn across the ground. Then, just as pride began to swell in her, she caught herself.
Wait. I'm one of Commander Biross's guards—one of the most trusted subordinates of Lady Lilith, a leading general under a Demon Lord. Why am I working so hard for humans?
Oh, right. Lady Biross ordered me to help the humans sink the Peninsula. They'd have a hard time doing it without me, so I'm carrying out her mission!
"What's happening at sea?"
The fleet's cannons had only just fallen silent before they started firing again. Femi turned to the messenger.
"Legion Commander, that Ratfolk said that after we brought her ashore, we should pretend we're still fighting and keep firing east. The louder, the better."
That made it even more likely she wasn't Ratfolk. For a rat, she was far too clever.
Broken Fang was different. He really wasn't very bright. Even when children could memorize their single-digit multiplication tables, he could never work them out. But his steady temperament and orderly behavior made him seem no different from anyone else.
This rat, on the other hand, had been quick-witted from the start. Throughout their dealings, she had been sending a message she herself didn't even realize: they were equals—
Just then, Femi saw the Rat Swarm in the Warehouse move. They charged through the cannon fire in a Breakout toward the other side, with the Ratfolk Priest among them, surrounded by Champion Rats.
"Looks like she succeeded."
Clap, clap, clap—
Applause sounded beside him. The Red Witch, who had been watching the spectacle, was clapping.
"How interesting. More than one Ratfolk is willing to risk their life for him."
"She isn't Ratfolk. She's a Demon," Femi revealed.
Ratfolk? What would Ratfolk gain from destroying the Red-Eye