The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Roderick Stiller's army, the Iron Wall King of the North, has been stationed almost in the same place, making no moves. Are they just taking a break?"

This was Delta, the blonde, mature vampire, who lurked in the military camp every night.

Delta and the other vampire servants' infiltration went very smoothly, but this "smooth" refers to their infiltration going undetected rather than them gathering any useful information.

Delta already had a fairly good understanding of the situation in Westphalia, so he was a little surprised that Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, had been holding back his army.

The Westphalian royal army isn't sending any troops here, even though there are several virtually undefended territories that they could occupy, and even if they felt they couldn't handle them, they could still raid them. Why is there no movement from Roderick Stiller's army, the Iron Wall of the North?

However, Delta has yet to locate Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North. The movements of the army's highest leader are of paramount importance. If they could find Roderick Stiller, they might be able to deduce his intentions from his movements.

Is it a matter of conserving strength and biding one's time, or has it that one has already taken action, and the absence of Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, is due to this?

But these are all just guesses. To confirm them, we need to gather a certain amount of information.

Under the cover of night, Delta followed the shadows and once again sneaked into the army's camp.

Delta's infiltration was primarily aimed at finding Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, and also to see if any cultists were mixed in with the army. Unfortunately, the infiltration over the past few days has yielded little result.

"You know, it feels like it's been ages since we've seen Lord Ironwall of the North. There haven't been any orders to march, and they've just been resting in place."

Upon hearing the words "King of the Iron Wall of the North," Delta immediately stopped in his tracks.

Finally, they heard something that might be useful: Could Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, be in his camp here?

To find useful information in such a large military camp, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if you didn't find any clues. After hearing the voices of the guards standing guard in front of the tent, Delta knew that a clue had come.

"What? You still think peace is bad? At least you don't have to go to the battlefield, where you might end up lying on the ground and never get up again." Another guard seemed a bit bored and picked up on his companion's words to dispel the boredom.

The first guard to speak was a burly, rough man. He laughed and said, "That's true, but if there's no fighting, there's no chance to kill the enemy and earn merit. With this little bit of military pay, we can't even live a happy life."

The other guard was taken aback at first, then agreed, "That's right. With such meager pay, we have to be careful with even a small drink, let alone finding a woman—we haven't had any pleasure these past few days, we're so bored we're practically running around."

The rough-looking guard wiped his drool, seemingly recalling some 18+ scene: "I must say, the girls at Wan Hua Lou are really beautiful, and that courtesan is absolutely stunning. It would be worth it to spend one night with her and lose ten years of your life."

But that night of passion was incredibly expensive, far beyond what a lowly soldier like me could afford.

Another guard laughed and said, "It's because we can't afford it normally, but once a war breaks out, we can just capture a few flags and kill a few generals, right?"

The burly guard scoffed, "Easy for you to say. If you were that capable, would you still be standing guard here?"

Another guard sighed, "You're right. I'm not going to keep dreaming about this. When I go to the battlefield, I don't care about kills or achievements. I just want to come back alive."

When the topic turned to something heavy, the two fell silent for a while before immediately changing the subject.

"These past few days, I've only seen the Chief of Staff come out of the tent... I guess they're discussing some strategy?"

Finally, they were talking about something useful, and Delta perked up to listen.

But who is this chief of staff? I've never heard Ipsyron mention him. Perhaps he's not a particularly important figure?

That's true. It's normal for an army to have a chief of staff or other strategist. How can an army without any strategists just rely on soldiers charging forward to their deaths?

Footsteps?

Just as Delta sensed someone about to enter or leave the tent, the tent flap was lifted, and a person stepped out.

He was tall and slender, like a slender sword yet to be drawn, wrapped in a dark green military overcoat that reached above his knees, the edges embroidered with dark gold thorn patterns—the insignia of his family's generations of military service. His pale face was sharply defined, with a high, straight nose and thin, chiseled lips that were always pursed with a meticulous curve.

His grey-blue eyes were like the surface of a winter lake, calm and deep, and when his gaze swept across them, it seemed as if he could see through every detail of the battlefield. His pale golden hair was neatly tied back with a black ribbon, with only a few unruly strands falling across his forehead, gleaming coldly silver in the candlelight.

His fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles. His left hand was gloved, but his right hand was bare—ink traces remained on his fingertips for writing and drawing. A long, narrow dagger hung at his waist, the inscription on its scabbard barely legible until it was up close. It swayed gently with his steps, producing a low, metallic clang.

He stepped out of the tent, the moonlight outlining his cold profile, his cloak billowing in the night wind, like a hawk waiting for its chance.

"Chief of Staff!"

Upon seeing the man, the two guards immediately stopped talking and saluted him.

"Ah."

The man's response was extremely cold; the utterance of that single word seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding environment by several degrees, causing the two guards to tremble involuntarily.

This is the chief of staff...

Delta felt that this should be the second most important person after Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, after all, he was someone who came and went from the Iron Wall King's camp every day.

So I decided to follow and observe it closely.

But when Delta unconsciously sniffed, her eyebrows immediately tilted upwards.

This chief of staff is no ordinary person.

From Delta's perspective, this chief of staff exudes the aura of a fourth-tier professional and is considered a significant figure in the military.

But that was just the magical aura emanating from the surface; Delta simultaneously sensed the profound aura within the body.

This chief of staff is definitely not just a fourth-tier professional; he has definitely been hiding his true strength.

Delta was so certain, but he couldn't determine the chief of staff's true rank.

"Ok?"

The chief of staff's voice, which suddenly rang out, carried a hint of doubt and vigilance as he scanned his surroundings.

what!

Delta was startled and intensified her efforts to conceal her aura.

This chief of staff...