Chapter 226: Lord Barcas, Everything is Going According to Plan!
Norvigel, suburbs.
Deep within an elegantly designed noble manor, heavy velvet curtains blocked out the bright afternoon sun, and the scent of expensive incense floated in the air.
The demon commander, Shadowhide—who had perfectly disguised himself as a leisurely noble—was flipping through a collection of complex and trivial city intelligence reported by members of the Squirrel Party.
Suddenly, his fingertips paused as a magic item in the room emitted a faint mana fluctuation, a summons from the far north.
Shadowhide immediately stood up with a serious expression, waving away several servants nearby before vanishing silently from the spot.
The next moment, his figure appeared in a secret room in the deepest part of the manor.
With a flicker of a faint blue glow, a figure seated on a main throne within a castle appeared before his eyes.
It was the magic projection of Barcas, the supreme commander of the demon resistance.
Shadowhide immediately dropped to his right knee, his head bowed low. "Lord Barcas."