―The warrior party's porter, Karl Damian, looked ahead with his characteristic empty eyes.
Huge horns reminiscent of those of a mountain goat. However, other than that, it was difficult to find any difference from the race called humans. If one had to pick something, it would be his outstanding physical ability.
The horned man gasped and grabbed his sword with a contorted expression of pain.
Rather than taking care of himself—his entire body covered in blood—he was acting to protect his subordinates, who were already unable to fight.
It was foolish. As a result, the range of options available to him grew narrower, and as time passed, the battle became increasingly worse.
Demon King, Deamon.
That was the man's name. He possessed great military power, enough to withstand an all-out attack from a warrior's party alone.
But his subordinates caught up with him.
