Descent of the Demon Master

"Run that by me again?"

The Master of the Round Table looked up and away from the documents littering his desk.

His workload was nothing to scoff at, and he'd never get through them all by relying on conventional work methods. So, he usually did two things at the same time. In this case, it'd be going through business documents while listening to reports from his subordinates.

Not doing this meant the Master might not get any time to train and practice his magic. However, right in this moment… Both his head and hands had stopped working.

"Report that again," said the Master of the Round Table.

"Sir!" The subordinate deeply bowed. "Japan's so-called expeditionary forces trying to invade South Korea were annihilated."

"...Annihilated? As in, completely, utterly destroyed?"

"Yes, Master."

"I see. Continue."