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

The full moon hung high in the night sky, its light illuminating this debauched place.

The thieves' camp lit candles, which stood out starkly in the boundless darkness.

In the darkness, shadows seemed to lurk, faintly exuding an aura of danger.

Meanwhile, the thieves in the camp were unaware of the danger lurking in the darkness, and continued to laugh and make merry.

"Brothers, let's have a good time today!"

The scarred bandit leader summoned all the bandits in the stronghold to a gathering for revelry, leaving only a symbolic number of men to patrol.

Today, the bandit stronghold raided another village and reaped a great harvest, so the leader plans to have a proper celebration.

Today, the mountain stronghold's defenses are slightly weaker than before, but no one in the stronghold is worried that the camp will be suddenly attacked.

For the thieves, this border territory they were in was extremely safe.

Lord Ed Brant's private army was insufficient to wipe them out, and with his wife recently giving birth to a daughter and celebrating, he naturally had no time to deal with them.

Since their bandit stronghold was established, they have plundered many villages.

Although many people hated them to the core, no one had the guts to take revenge.

This entire territory is a lawless land, a paradise for criminals.

I've recently heard that some small bandit camps have been wiped out, but these people haven't taken it seriously.

They didn't believe the local lord would send troops to wipe them out; they only thought the bandit camps that had been destroyed had offended a larger gang and were thus annihilated.

After all, double-crossing is a common occurrence in this territory.

The patrolman leaned against a pillar at the gate of the mountain stronghold, looking drowsy.

They were punished and sent here because they made some mistakes; tonight's joy has nothing to do with them.

Instead of patrolling properly, it's better to sneak in a nap or something.

"what……"

The man with small eyes yawned widely and groggily got up.

Rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, the small-eyed man saw his companion "sound asleep" beside him and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Sleeping like a log."

He had no recollection of being in the same state before waking up; the small-eyed man had only gotten up to relieve himself because he needed to pee.

The small-eyed man vaguely smelled some blood, which suddenly brought him back to his senses.

The cold touch on his neck instantly sobered him up, but it was too late to yell for warning.

The next second, a heavy thud was heard as the bespectacled man lost consciousness.

The fallen object was the head of the small-eyed man.

"the last one."

Gray, dressed in a black cloak, stood beside the corpse, his eyes coldly fixed on the gruesome scene.

"Their defenses are terrible, not even as good as those small mountain strongholds we've been to before."

Could it be that the intelligence was wrong, and this isn't a large-scale counterfeit?

Gray took out a cloth and wiped the blood off the dagger before disappearing back into the darkness.

"I see, are you using Impart? No wonder there aren't many patrols."

After sneaking around for a while, Gray discovered the "special activity" being carried out by the people in the mountain stronghold.

"There are quite a few people, but they are all a rabble. There are a few who can sense magic."

It seems the intelligence was correct; this stronghold is the largest one he has been trying to eradicate so far.

Gray didn't care about the large number of people; killing more small fry would just take a little longer.

The main problem to solve is those with magic power; ordinary people without magic power are not enough to pose a threat to Gray.

Only a minority of people possess magical powers, and they are used for assassination...

That won't work.

These thieves worked in small groups, and if they attacked one group, the others would immediately notice.

"Then let's just get started."

Actually, Gray didn't need to think so much; it was just that he was a little cautious by nature.

Gray no longer concealed himself. Under Gray's control, the Demon King's magic first gathered in the dagger in his hand and then scattered randomly in all directions.

"Enemy attack!"

The smell of blood filled the air, and someone immediately noticed the situation, loudly alerting the others to be on guard.

Just before the alarm sounded, Gray vanished like a ghost.

With several screams rang out, Gray swiftly reaped a few more lives.

Only then did the thieves' alcohol-numbed minds come to their senses, and they raised their weapons to deal with the intruder.

A burly man with a scarred face rushed in front of Gray with a knife and swung it down.

This burly man was one of the few people with magical power that Gray had sensed earlier. Judging from the aura he exuded, his strength was comparable to that of a first-tier knight, which placed him among the top three in the entire manor's thieves.

Gray simply met the attack with his dagger, his expression unchanged.

The burly man also noticed the black-robed man's weapon at this moment.

"You think you can fight a knife with just a dagger!"

However, Gray did not suffer the defeats the large man had anticipated.

A crisp sound of metal shattering rang out, and the short knife in the big man's hand broke apart. The dagger seemed to have encountered no obstacle and went straight for the big man's head.

"Do not……"

Before the big man could even process what was happening in his mind, his life force had already dissipated.

Gray simply drew his dagger and dodged the incoming arrow with a swift movement.

When he reappeared, Gray had an arrow in his other hand, which he threw with force and pierced the face of another thief.

The scarred leader then realized something was wrong.

He possessed strength comparable to a second-tier knight, which allowed him to reign supreme in this mountain stronghold.

He thought dodging these arrows was not difficult, but catching an oncoming arrow in his hand and throwing it back at an even faster speed was something he couldn't do.

This guy doesn't seem like a nice person.

But we have hundreds of people here, plus our leader who's only at the second tier, and we can't even defeat one person?!

While the scarred leader was pondering, Gray ruthlessly slaughtered many more members of the thieves.

This is a one-sided massacre!

The scarred leader snapped out of his daze and roared, "Keep firing! Don't stop!"

Several seconds passed and still no arrows struck Gray. Only then did the scarred leader turn around abruptly and find that all the archers had fallen into pools of blood, unconscious.

The scarred leader could sense residual magic in these people.

when!

The scarred leader was startled, then shocked by the residual magic on the corpse.

The intensity of this magic!

"Who are you, and why are you slaughtering our mountain stronghold?"

"Dead people don't need to know too much."

Gray simply uttered those words coldly, without pausing his work.

Another dagger was swung, reaping two more lives, and the isolation's cold gaze was directed at the scarred man.

"What are you all doing! Keep attacking!"

With no one responding, the scarred man realized that he was the only one left in the entire stronghold.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency..."

The scarred man's pupils contracted sharply; he never saw Gray's movements until his death.

"Okay, we can take stock of the spoils now."