The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

His testimony was detailed in the newspaper, filled with remorse, as if every sin had been thoroughly analyzed. He himself was portrayed as a former officer who had strayed off course but ultimately chose to confess and repent before the Demon God Statue—just like in the magic photo.

The latest issue of the "Magic City Daily" immediately became the talk of the entire city upon its release.

In taverns, markets, mysterious alleys, and even in factories operating at night, discussions about this shocking news were incessant.

"General Sebes... admitted guilt?"

"This... this can't be!"

"Those were his peers, how could he do that?!"

"By the Demon God... I'd rather believe he did it for money, or was bribed by the Aus Empire..."

"It's absurd!"

Some demons felt gratified, some couldn't accept it; some praised Lord Demon God's wisdom, while others cursed the dirty politics. Pessimists even thought that Hell was doomed, resorting to such despicable acts, being ruthless to their own kind. Yet, demons who had visited human societies laughed, remarking that the Aus Empire was no different, only their methods varied.

But regardless, the deed was done and the dust had settled.

At least those eighty thousand soldiers didn't die in vain.

At least the Cabinet and Parliament didn't just shut the doors, pretending it never happened.

Compared to being forgotten in a neglected corner, this was undoubtedly a tremendous justice reclaimed.

"Cheers to Lord Demon King!"

"Cheers!!!"

"Awoo awoo awoo!!!"

Inside a tavern near the Demon City Slum, the air was filled with the strong scent of ale.

A Lizardman in a maid outfit carried a tray full of roasted lizard tails and beer, weaving through the crowded long tables. Large barrels of beer were being tapped open by Hell Dwarves wearing goblin leather hats, and goblins shouted to the kitchen staff for help with pouring beer. Enthusiastic cheers rose continuously, as lively as a festival.

Compared to the power struggles in Demon City, these soldiers returning from the front lines were much purer in their attitude.

Retired veterans raised their glasses, laughing heartily, loudly chanting his name, grateful for his actions.

"Praise the Demon King! Praise damn justice!"

"He really kept his promise!"

A goblin in leather armor wobbled to his feet, rubbing its itchy nose with a finger, shouting loudly under the influence of alcohol.

"Once Black Wind Castle is rebuilt... I'm damn well going to join him!"

The Hell Dwarf next to him raised his glass, unusually toasting a goblin.

"Haha! I drink to you!"

The tavern was in a state of frenzy, soldiers clinking their glasses, some even climbing onto tables to sing improvised limericks, praising the wise and mighty Demon King.

Although the Battle of Seldo Port was a painful defeat, for the countless numbers in the war reports, the mastermind of this conspiracy receiving final judgment was undoubtedly a great victory!

And the "General" who led them to win this war was undeniably the Lord Demon King, who stood with them from start to finish!

He was the first to issue a thunderous roar, denouncing the incompetents at the hearing to seek justice for the frontline soldiers!

He fulfilled his promise, ensuring justice appeared truly before them—even if they themselves almost forgot about it!

Thanks to this, the tavern's beer sales were significantly higher than usual all day long!

The entire Demon City seemed to be soaked in barrels of beer.

And compared to the lower demons who lacked access to much information, the nobles of Demon City were well aware—

Sebes' confession wasn't out of remorse nor as innocent as portrayed in the newspaper; it was purely the result of a transaction.

"It seems the Intelligence Department exchanged a reduced sentence for his retraction, I heard the Truth Department has already prepared how to spin the truth," a noble at a banquet said softly, sipping wine while laughing with a companion, "Ha, it seems what's left of Zakro's inheritance is about to be divided up, I wonder if that kid Xino will get even a fraction."

The noble seated opposite shrugged and responded without hesitation.

"Why not? Hasn't he already sided with the winners? The Padric and Melusine Families care about appearances, they'll only take what belongs to them, and if he didn't choose this, as Zakro's puppet he'd die with that old madman, whereas as that Demon King's puppet he'd gain more than he'd lose."

"Karamos indeed, a standout among Enchanting Demons," a demon noble couldn't help but exclaim, "It's said even the harshest interrogators from the Truth Department couldn't open Sebes' mouth, I'm really curious about what methods he used to turn a battle-hardened general into his puppet, obeying his every command."

"Zakro is dead, and he still stubbornly resisted, what kind of skill is that? I actually think... that Demon King resembles more of an Enchanting Demon."

"That Demon King" seemed to have become a synonym for someone.

Even though no one mentioned his name, everyone knew who it referred to.

A noble privy to the upper echelons nodded, agreeing as he continued to say.

"Indeed, I've heard Feistin submitted a motion for review, nominating him as the 29th member of Parliament. A Silver-Level Human Baron being nominated, there's so many elements... I can't even discern how many people pushed him from behind."