“However, when we think that the monsters did not lose to the Empire, but to the Consul, and to you, Mr. Ira, our mood improves considerably.”

As Xiao Hei spoke, a hint of melancholy seemed to linger in his gentle voice. He looked at the stars in the sky and said, "But that won't work, we all know that won't work... Losing is losing."

That's right, a loss is a loss.

Ira knew this better than anyone else. From his perspective, he shouldn't have said anything at this time, but he still spoke up, saying, "It was an inevitable defeat. You don't need to blame yourself."

This may sound arrogant, but it is absolutely true.

The governors were not invincible, but from the monsters' perspective, their presence on that battlefield at that time meant they were an army that could never be defeated.

“I know, we all know…that’s why we accepted your arrival so quickly, Mr. Ira.”

As he said this, Xiao Hei looked at the Demon King's tent, which was surrounded by many soldiers in the very center of the camp. He said, "We have no choice but to trust you, but His Highness the Demon King's trust is different... Anyway, thank you, Mr. Ira."

"..."

"Really, I never said I would betray you... After all, I have never been loyal to Satanieh or Isabella."

Watching the Royal Black Knights depart, Ira sighed helplessly. Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, he turned and went into his tent, muttering to himself wistfully, "I am neither a member of the demons nor a citizen of the Empire, I am just..."

"A traveler who can't find his home."