Sold to a Prince!

227 Meeting the father

Roman quietly departed from the spot and went to the other places where the beastmen were struggling to deal with the weird creatures that had popped out of seemingly nowhere.

With the help of Mikel's resources, the beastmen once again gained the upper hand and quickly overpowered the demons. Many of the demon generals had ashen looks on their faces as they couldn't understand why their side was suddenly falling apart.

This was not a plan the demons had concocted overnight. It was a carefully strategized, thoroughly prepared action that had consumed a lot of their resources and even involved sacrificing many of their men.

And yet today, they stood on the losing side.

The demon generals sighed in defeat as they couldn't bear the cost of this loss. If it was just simple resources perhaps they wouldn't have cared. However, things were a lot more complicated.

They were demons but there was evil out there which was worse than them. They had made a pact with this evil to secure their victory today. They had sacrificed a great deal to this evil.

And just like that, all of that was for nothing. How the heavens did this happen? Neither the humans nor the beasts should even know about this being, then how did they manage to defeat this thing?

The demon generals did not know and they did not care for staying back to figure it out and fight it till the end. Most of the demon army saw that their side was on the verge of losing and started covertly retreating.

They were demons. They did not care about fighting with honor. They had no plans to continue struggling against a losing battle. It was time to run. They would lie in wait and plan for their revenge later.

As a big chunk of the army turned tail and ran as fast as they could away from the site of the battle so that they could teleport and get the heck out of there, suddenly something was amiss.

If Mikel's resources sealed most of the victory, then the King's intervention made sure that absolutely no demons escaped the battleground that day.

With this, everything was quickly wrapped up and the battleground was cleared of the demonic presence.

The surviving demons, unable to flee due to the locked space and overwhelmed by the dragon's might, met their end on the battlefield. It was a decisive victory, one that would be remembered in the annals of both beastmen and human kingdoms.

In the aftermath, as the dust settled and the sounds of battle faded into silence, the soldiers and warriors gathered around the dragon, now returned to its human form. The King, alongside the Patriarch, stood before their combined forces, a sense of solemn pride emanating from them.

"We have won a great victory today. We have shown that even if the enemy uses underhanded methods they still cannot shake us," the King began his rousing speech but Frederick Akhekh suddenly stopped as his gaze landed on his daughter.

More specifically, on the man who was currently holding his unconscious daughter.

No, on the man who was currently holding his unconscious daughter and also had a demonic aura around him which made him unmistakably a demon.

The sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The warriors and soldiers, moments before basking in the glory of their victory, now tensed, their eyes drawn to the scene that the King's gaze had highlighted. Whispers began to ripple through the ranks, a mixture of confusion and suspicion brewing among the troops.

Frederick Akhekh's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of a demon cradling his daughter.

"You!" Frederick's voice boomed across the clearing, commanding the attention of all present. His tone was a mix of authority and a dangerous calm, one that promised consequences should his forthcoming questions find unsatisfactory answers.

"Explain yourself. Why does a demon's aura surround you? And why do you hold my daughter in such a state?"