Two Demon Kings and a fox.
A few words of conversation were all it took for them to match their codes.
But they were Demon Kings, and as they talked, they naturally paid no attention to the lesser demons around them.
After all, with matters of such importance to the Demon Kingdom, these lowly lesser demons only needed to do as they were told.
Tiger Seven held great prestige among the lesser demons, even though many had never seen him or personally heard him speak.
In fact, the words Tiger Seven had spoken-the so-called Tiger Seven speeches many lesser demons heard-had several times as many altered versions as the Water Heart Sutra, altered so much that even Tiger Seven would have been stunned for a long while upon hearing them.
That sounds a little familiar, but did I really say that?
But regardless, in their hearts at this moment, Tiger Seven represented demon dignity and future.
After all, however much those words were changed, even if every two words of the actual text had to be laced with extreme emotional outbursts like [fucking hell].
The central argument they sought to express never changed-the Demon Race could no longer let others butcher them at will.
Owl was just such a demon. He had never met Tiger Seven, and even the version of the speech he had heard was a complete mess, half of it devoted to cursing his own squad leader-that Water Buffalo Demon, who was as hateful as a human.
Even with a version of Tiger Seven's speech like that, Owl had begged others to repeat it many times.
But the wording of the insults aimed at Water Buffalo Demon was different every time.
At first, Owl had found that strange. Later, after spending more time around his squad leader,