The Demon King's First General
Chapter 128: Demon King’s General

Chapter 128: Demon King’s General

The next morning, as soon as the sun rose up into the sky, Kizeler and Zeno prepared themselves to set off on their journey towards the north of the Plain of Fantasies.

The Frostbloom’s princesses stood in front of the castle gate as they bid their farewell to the two people.

During those last three days, Kizeler became a good friend of Polar and Arctic.

"Are you really going to leave?" Polar asked with a saddened expression.

"Why not stay here a little longer?" She added.

However, upon seeing Kizeler shake his head, the princess lowered her gaze.

Their family was in the process of healing. They lost their father during the puppeteer’s invasion, while their mother followed afterwards as her heartbeat stopped all of a sudden.

"Don’t you dare cry," Arctic blurted out as she tapped her sister’s back.

Polar did her best to prevent her tears from falling; she even shook her head before looking at Kizeler once again.

"I won’t," she uttered, forcing out a smile.

Then Arctic stepped forward and stared into Kizeler’s eyes.

"I will be stronger the next time we meet again," she said. Her voice was cold as usual, yet respect was evident in her words.

"I’ll look forward to it," Kizeler replied with a nod.

Then he turned around and began to walk towards the demon waiting for him.

"I would understand if you chose to stay here," Zeno said, and a grin appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Kizeler gave him a death glare; he was not dumb enough not to know that his companion was teasing him.

"I have Priscilla, and she alone is enough," he rebutted.

"Indeed, leaving your woman just to travel and meet many others sure is enough," Zeno replied as he started walking.

"Hey! It’s not like that!" Kizeler exclaimed, but the demon didn’t reply any further.

The city that felt abandoned a few days ago was resuming its activities. The streets were now filled with people walking and chanting with each other. The roadside had merchants selling goods to passersby.

And aside from this, knights wearing black armor with golden phoenix insignia could be seen scattered throughout the whole city. Due to the shortage of Frostbloom’s knights, the emperor decided to leave some of them to assist the young prince and princesses in maintaining the regulations in Winterbell City.

This fact even helped the citizen feel at ease, even though the real reason behind the emperor’s visit was insignificant to the kingdom’s current state.

"About the deities you’ve talked about last night, do they really exist?" Kizeler opened up after they exited the city gates.

"You believed in demons, yet you questioned deities’ existence," Zeno replied while walking.

"Of course, how would I believe something I couldn’t even see? Demons have been there since the time I opened my eyes to this world; even now, one of them is walking beside me." Kizeler paused for a while to see Zeno’s reaction, but he just glanced at him for a second, so he continued his words.

"While the deities... Yes, I’ve heard about them, and according to the temple, there are only seven deities, but none of them have made their appearance up until now," he added.

Zeno looked up and stared at the sun before answering.

"That’s simply because they can’t," he said.

"Why?" Kizeler asked, wanting to know more.

"It’s the price they need to pay for closing the underworld," Zeno answered.

Kizeler’s eyes furrowed upon hearing the demon, and he halted his steps. Zeno noticed this, then turned around to see the human’s expression.

"Hey, who really are you?" Kizeler asked.

"Didn’t I-" Zeno started speaking, but Kizeler spoke again to stop him.

"Don’t give me that same reason. I know... I know you’re not just any ordinary demon, a soul devourer that I never heard of—a demon that could kill a dragon with just a few blows, a demon who’s interested in the prophecy and even knows about those keys..." Kizeler paused and stared into Zeno’s eyes.

"And now, you’re talking about deities as if you’re close friends with them. Just who really are you?" He continued, repeating his question.

The cold wind blew at the two of them, but their gazes toward each other remained the same. The demon put on a smile after a second and spoke.

"I’m the Demon King’s General..." He paused for a while, and after seeing that the human’s expression turned even grimmer, he continued. "A thousand years ago."

. . . . .

Thousands of meters underneath the ground, in a place where one giant pillar stood up at the center of an open space, a creature with a centipede- and dragon-like appearance crawled.

"Sentry, what brings you here?" A loud voice that came from a small hole in the pillar echoed in the vicinity.

Its size was enough for a human to fit in; it was more like a passageway. Given this fact, the monster peeked with one of his eyes into the hole.

"First Commander, I will get straight to the point: during the War of Reclamation, it seems like it didn’t end exactly like we all knew," Sentry answered.

"What do you mean?" The voice replied.

"Did we really win the war? The Eighth Sovereign was not imprisoned in the underworld, and yet here we are, locked in this forsaken place," Sentry stated.

The voice inside the pillar became silent for a second before it answered.

"That’s impossible; I was there when the deities sent all of them to hell," it said, ignoring the first question.

As soon as Sentry noticed this, a conclusion was formed in his mind.

’So, we never really win,’ he contemplated.

Then he decided to inform the First Commander about the things that happened a few days ago.

"The Third Commander and two others were dead; the Eighth Sovereign took their lives, and I witnessed how he killed Arguise in less than a minute," he said as he recalled the scenes from that time.

"Arguise.. was dead?" The voice repeated, and there was a hint of doubt in its tone.

"Yes! Silver hair, lifeless-looking eyes, a red dice, and a black one—he definitely is the Eighth Sovereign," Sentry stated.

Silence covered the place as the voice took a moment before speaking.

"He? Ahh, I remember now, so that’s what it is. Sentry, it’s just a hoax," the First Commander said.

This time, it was Sentry who fell into silence. The next second, footsteps could be heard inside the pillar, and Sentry moved his head away from the hole. Then, as soon as the sound came to a halt, a bald man wearing a three-fold white loose robe with a crimson-colored necklace hanging from his neck appeared outside. His body was plain normal, neither thin nor bulky, yet it was emanating pure holy energy.

"You’re still as huge as I remember you," the man uttered with a smile as he looked with eyes glowing with white light at the dragon-centipede.

. . . . .

"Ahmnn... G-General? A-A thousand years ago?" Kizeler stuttered.

The demon’s words splashed like cold water on his face. Although he knew that Zeno was not a simple demon, he didn’t expect that he would be the right-hand man of the demon king.

"A-Are you not kidding me? How?" Kizeler gulped as he followed another question to clear out his suspicion.

However, as he recalled most of Zeno’s fight that he witnessed himself, he now understood the reason behind the demon’s ruthlessness and immense prowess.

"Where were you the whole time then? Especially during the Demon King’s subjugation?" Kizeler added another set of questions.

"I was sealed by Cinhard, and his death gave me my freedom," Zeno answered, then he turned around and resumed walking, signifying that he didn’t want to continue the conversation any further.

Kizeler was left there standing; shock was evident on his face. He was in the process of absorbing the things he heard just now. Then Zeno’s words, when they first met, entered his mind.

’I would even kill him myself if he were still alive,’ he repeated inside his thoughts.

The next second, he looked at the demon’s back, and upon seeing the gap between them widening, he made his steps forward to follow the demon.

"What exactly happened between you two that your hatred for the Demon King reached such a level?" He uttered behind.

Afterward, particles of snow began to fall as the two of them marched their way towards the north of the Plain of Fantasies.

. . . . .

In the king’s hall located inside the castle of the Duskstalker kingdom, which was large enough to contain thousands of people, a gathering was about to start.

The room was dark due to the walls being black, despite having lights hanging above and around the corner. Black carpet laid down in front of the throne all the way to the main door.

Seconds later, footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the screeching sound of the door opening followed.

. . . . .