The three discussed matters for a while, then went their separate ways.
When the One-Horned Devil Immortal spotted Clem, he hurried after him.
"My lord, when will we attack the Human Race's position? I can hardly wait."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal's face brimmed with urgency and hatred. He wished he could wipe out the Human Race immediately.
Kleim regarded his behavior with contempt.
"As a Devil Race Commander, how can you be so impatient? What kind of example are you setting?"
"Others will handle the attack on the Human Race's position. We only need to wait here."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal froze. "Ah, but..."
He looked somewhat lost, as though his goal had suddenly vanished.
"You've suffered so many defeats along the way, yet somehow you managed to reach commander rank. It's unbelievable. But I don't care how you did it. Now stay put and behave yourself. Don't go anywhere."
"I don't want to lose this battle because of you."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal was speechless. How had he become some sort of jinx?
His brows creased slightly. If he could not win this fellow's trust, his usefulness here would be diminished without limit.
But what could he do?
This fellow seemed impervious to all persuasion, taking neither salt nor oil.
The One-Horned Devil Immortal nodded. "All right, then. I'll take my squad out to scout the surroundings. We can watch for enemy reinforcements and survey the terrain while we're at it."
Since he had nothing to do, he would find something himself.
Faced with this request, Clem could only agree.
"Fine, but whatever you do, don't interfere with our army's advance."
"As long as you can guarantee that, do as you please."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal nodded. If that was the case, it counted as a compromise.
It would