Moments later, a middle-aged demonkin appeared. His looks were almost comparable to Qianye’s, with an indescribably romantic bearing.

“Hailing from the Dark Abyss, I am Pentheus, Prince of Barota. If you must find the person responsible for this warfront, that would be me,” the man said with a wry smile.

Qianye found it odd. “I’m looking for the highest commanding officer in the area.”

Pentheus sighed. “That can only be me. Perhaps the person you want is the council’s representative in charge of the inner world.”

“Your attitude is a bit strange.”

“Not at all. To be honest, I would rather let go of the glory here and head back to Evernight. I’m more looking forward to dating some foreign ladies, drinking wine,...