The officers and soldiers of the Demon King’s army are all composed of a single race known as demons.

Just like humans, they form societies, eat, and reproduce.

So naturally, the Demon King’s army also maintains and builds bases in various places as they operate…

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―A certain Demon King army garrison.

“You called for me, Gelbariza-dono?”

Gelbariza, commander of the 18th regional unit of the Demon King’s army.

Facing one of the commanders who leads roughly 5,000 soldiers, the summoned demon man stood before him with a completely calm demeanor.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Jeg. Calling you out during mealtime. I need you to arrange this real quick.”

As he said that, Gelbariza handed a bundle of several sheets of paper to his adjutant, Jeg.

Jeg immediately said “Allow me to review this,” and began flipping through them.

“A request for reinforcements, is it?”

“Yeah. The humans’ offensive has been picking up, right? Some of the bases of those higher-ups who were on the front lines got wiped out not long ago, so they’ve gotten all fired up. Man, what a pain, seriously.”

Despite his words, Gelbariza’s attitude showed not the slightest sign of concern.

“…Are you doing this on purpose? Or do you intend to perfectly play the fool who truly doesn’t understand?”

“Who knows what you’re talking about. Anyway, just send that up the chain. The longer it’s delayed, the more losses we’ll take, you know? Hah-hah-hah!”

Shaking his head in exasperation, Jeg left Gelbariza’s presence.

“—Hmph. Even if you’re called an adjutant, your master lies elsewhere. You might as well just call yourself a ‘watchdog’ instead of pretending… such a hassle, all of you.”

For him, the war against humans didn’t matter at all.

This half-baked position meant nothing to him, and he couldn’t care less about the outcome of the war.

What Gelbariza desires, now and always, is something else entirely.

A battle he can personally enjoy.

Not some mockery of war.

In fact, he originally rampaged on the front lines as a mere soldier.

But for whatever reason, his achievements got him recognized, and he was forced into a command position.

On top of that, he was saddled with a so-called adjutant position as a monitor, making it difficult for him to even go to the front lines himself.

“As long as those higher-ups got taken out, the reinforcement request should go through to Grigagora. I don’t care about whatever power struggles the higher-ups are playing at, but even if that damn woman Rishalara is attacking, they can’t just ignore the weakening of the front lines against humans. Heh… go ahead and struggle, struggle…”

In fact, without the humans even realizing it, the current Demon King had already changed.

However, instead of a proper succession, three individuals each claimed the title of Demon King, dividing into three factions and acting independently.

The first Demon King is Grigagora—Gelbariza serves under him.

Though in reality, while fighting on the front lines, the leadership changed above him and he was simply placed under Grigagora without consent.

He has no loyalty to him, and the same goes for other demons on the front lines.

That’s precisely why Grigagora assigns “adjutants” as watchers to each unit.

The second Demon King is Rishalara—a female demon.

She apparently despises Grigagora and, while invading human territory, is also actively attacking his domain.

Naturally, Grigagora must respond.

In fact, after the recent loss of front-line commanders due to human offensives, no replacements have been sent, leaving unit commanders to hold the front themselves.

That’s how fierce Rishalara’s assaults are.

The third Demon King is Zozarezze—the oldest of the three.

He possesses immense magical power and is renowned among demons for his mastery of magic.

However, he has lofty ideals and, instead of focusing on invading human lands, seeks to eliminate the other two Demon Kings, deeming them unfit.

He’s been attacking both of their territories.

“…I was thinking of running to Zozarezze’s side if things got bad, but now that I think about it, that place seems stiff too. What a pain… just pick one Demon King already, will you?”

This kind of thinking isn’t unique to Gelbariza.

Demons on battlefields everywhere are pondering their future positions.

To begin with, the demons who invaded this world from another dimension are inherently warlike creatures.

Their descendants are no different—most joined the battlefield simply because they enjoy fighting.

But now that the higher-ups have started this boring struggle for political power, their motivation has dropped.

Front-line demons are basically thinking, “Eh, just maintain the line and take it easy.”

They have no strong attachment to survival.

Nor do they fight for noble causes like their country, the future of their race, or loyalty to the Demon King.

“As long as I’m enjoying myself, that’s all that matters. Heh heh…”

If anything, he’d like to lecture those Demon Kings for forgetting what it means to be a demon.

…Though he also knows they’re extremely powerful, so he can’t oppose them directly.

That’s why he vents from afar like this, making nuisance requests up the chain.

“Man… I wish some worthy human would come charging all the way out here.”

Craving a battle that makes his blood boil, Gelbariza gnawed into the meat brought for his dinner, tearing it from the bone and chewing roughly as he vented his frustration.