The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"War has never been about any historical grievances, it's merely a continuation of current politics... and the latter has always been about solving present issues."

The carriage fell into a dead silence.

Sirron's eyes slightly narrowed, while Morria thoughtfully opened a new parchment, eyes excitedly probing.

"What do you think he means?"

Balrog let out a bitter laugh.

"If it were any other time, I would just think he was chit-chatting... but at that moment, I suddenly had a ominous feeling. Could he be hinting at Seldo Port's fate? Was he hoping to pull me onto his carriage? Perhaps I shouldn't speculate like this, but afterward, he sent me to the front line. During ordinary times, that would indeed be a chance to earn merits. Yet thinking back on it, I always felt he hoped I'd die there."

"You're still alive," Sirron softly reminded.

Balrog nodded in silence, speaking in a probing tone.

"Yes... after that day, I dared not say anything, I could only play dumb in front of him. Later he tested me a few times, which I muddled through, pretending to remember nothing... I don't know if I've fooled him successfully, or maybe I'm overthinking. If you hadn't come here, I might have taken this question to the grave, but since you're here... I think his backing might not be that solid?"

As he spoke, his heart pounded rapidly, an uncertain fear flickering in his eyes.

This Gold Level Flame Demon, who once struck terror on the battlefield, bringing death to Seldo Port, and even General Hamoldon the "Imperial Griffin" dared not meet his gaze, now had to bow his head to two Silver Level Demons.

Or rather, to the Demon God behind them.

That was the only lifeline he could see.

General Sebes has done nothing now, but there's no assurance that in the next campaign he wouldn't resolve this "hidden threat."

Morria's eyes sparkled with uncontrollable glee, eagerly pressing on.

"Rest assured, Mr. Balrog, the Demon God will not spare any traitor, nor wrong any loyalist! You came to the right people, for any pillar of support is just a paper tiger before the Demon God! Besides, if you've read the papers, you would know that the Demon City values the eighty thousand soldiers who perished in the Seldo Port campaign highly, their families need an explanation, and so do the citizens of the Demon City... tell me your conjecture!"

Morria's fervent eyes made Balrog feel a trace of unease, yet also inexplicably reassured.

Indeed—

No matter how solid General Sebes's background is, what does it count for before the Demon God?

He suppressed his restless heartbeat, cautiously speaking.

"What if the defeat at Seldo Port... was pre-arranged?"

Sirron's eyes slightly narrowed, his index finger tapping lightly on the table, watching his eyes.

"This is a very serious accusation, are you sure about this?"

Balrog remained silent for a long time, then nodded.

"I'm sure."

A slight smile appeared on Sirron's face.

Although these few words are not enough evidence to topple General Sebes, the determination of the Red Flame Legion's Deputy Officer is undeniably sufficient.

The ironclad fortress has begun to show cracks.

For the Truth Department, this would be a major breakthrough.

He stood up from his seat, extending his right hand.

"Welcome to the side of light, General Balrog."

Balrog swiftly stood up, grasping his hand.

He knew.

Having made this step, there was no turning back for him...