For some reason, Old White Ape suddenly thought of Eight-Tailed Fox and kept muttering to himself. Only after a long while did he slowly rise and walk into the King's Hall.
"What... should I wear this time?"
"The Demon Domain Lord, personally leading the campaign!"
"Grand, magnificent, eye-catching..."
Old White Ape repeated these key words over and over, finally putting together an outfit and draping it over himself.
"Time... to set off..."
"You wouldn't hold back and play a game of all thunder and no rain with me, just leading me around for fun... would you...?"
"The price of... making a fool of me is quite steep..."
Old White Ape muttered on. He had been a slow-moving, frail old white ape, but the instant he stepped out of the King's Hall, his imposing presence surged. He exuded authority without anger, a faint smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.
Even the depths of his eyes burned with boundless fighting spirit.
"Making the first move may let you seize the initiative."
"But without sufficient strength, even if you seize every advantage, the final result will be nothing but a fleeting dream..."
"Send out the troops..."
"Wait until they've all assembled, then head for the Ten Thousand Demon Forest as fast as possible."
Old White Ape looked at his nephew standing beside him and spoke softly.
His nephew froze, then raised his head in some confusion. "You... aren't coming with us?"
"Two and a half days..."
"Is the Demon Clan's limit, but it isn't mine."
"No matter what, I am still a Demon Lord. Even if I can't intervene in the war, going ahead to appreciate how the Human Race slaughters my subjects isn't asking too much, is it?"
Old White Ape spoke lightly, without joy or sorrow.
"I'll wait