"Soldiers of the Empire, your general is a Vampire, and your Demon King is a Slime. They've lived for centuries. They stopped having much in the way of family long ago, and they don't care about familial love or romance. But what about you?"
"Your mothers are still waiting for their children to come home. Your wives and children are still waiting for their fathers to bring them out of their prison cells. Is it worth destroying everything you hold dear for the sake of a few things that don't even have heartbeats?"
Sincere, heartfelt words urging surrender kept drifting out from Marshal Puji's mushroom body in the center of the city, causing a tremendous impact among the Empire's soldiers.
The fall of the Imperial Capital had robbed them of confidence, and the images of the hostages had shaken their morale even more.
Just as Linden had said, the Demon Race was not made up entirely of cold-blooded, murderous fiends whose sole purpose in existing was to destroy humanity.
Lizardmen, Snake People, Horned Demons, Pig-men, Succubi—the overwhelming majority of the Demon Race also had family, friends, and lovers, things they cherished, and simple desires.
The Demon Race's overall morals were rather low, and the prevalence of the law of the jungle was a problem with the Empire's environment as a whole. On an individual level, their emotions were actually not all that different from those of other races.
In Linden's view, even their souls were no different at all.
Thus, under Linden's persuasion to surrender, the Empire's soldiers other than the Blood Scions and Demon Descendants began to waver.
Darean shouted that once they defeated the humans, they could turn back and easily retake the Imperial Capital, while Sigismund went so far as to make examples of offenders, cutting down