"Honorable Archfiend!"
Just then, one of the fiend soldiers walked into the tent. In a careful tone, he asked, "That Darryl Darby has passed out. What should we do with him?"
Archfiend Antigonus' face flashed icily. "What else is there to do? Kill him. Destroy his fairy soul and body." Darryl Darby was of no use to them anymore, and there was no point keeping him around.
"Yes, Honorable Archfiend!'
The fiend warrior scrambled to acknowledge the command, moving to take care of Darryl.
"Hold up!'
Morticia, who had been completely silent the entire time, stopped them. "Darryl Darby is not just your average human, Honorable Archfiend. It would be a shame to kill him. I suggest we keep him alive—he might be of use to us in the future."
As she spoke, Morticia's exquisite features radiated sincerity and seriousness.
Morticia did not know why she wanted to save Darryl. It had not been an easy feat to bring Darryl from the Sealed Fiend Mountain. It would be a shame to kill him just like that.
Archfiend Antigonus waved his hands. "Alright. You brought him back, after all. You can decide what to do with him."
Morticia nodded, exiting the tent in large strides.
……
Meanwhile, at the other end.
Oliver, along with thousands of Black Tortoise warriors and Colori Phoenix, quickly reached the Demon tribe's new territory.
They reached the stone palace in the new territory soon enough. All the Demon Warrior tribe leaders were present, with solemn expressions on their faces.
The tension was thick, near palpable.
The White Tiger King sat there; his face was ashen.
At the sight, Oliver tensed immediately.
"Oliver!'
Just then, the Black Tortoise King stood up. He turned to Oliver, asking, "Why didn't you come with us to the new territory? What were you off doing, and why did you take three thousand Black Tortoise warriors with you?"
"I—"
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