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

Gray paused, then issued new instructions: "Conceal all outward energy fluctuations and hide your presence. Sita, Aita, follow me to scout ahead. The rest of you, stay put and remain silent."

Upon receiving the order, the lower-ranking servants immediately vanished silently into the grass and rocks by the stream, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Sita and Eta quickly approached Gray. A faint purplish-black ripple emanated from Sita's body, further isolating and concealing the three of them.

Aita licked her lips excitedly, her orange-gold vertical pupils flashing with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, her cat tail swaying slightly with tension and anticipation.

Like three ghosts, the three silently crossed the clear stream, heading towards the depths of the dense forest on the opposite bank, in the direction indicated by the knocking sound and the regular edges of the trees.

Pushing aside the last drooping vine, emitting a faint blue light, the view suddenly opened up before me—

It was a small village nestled at the foot of a huge crystal rock wall.

The village houses are mostly constructed from a light yellow, seemingly living wood and huge, colorful mushroom caps, with rounded and unique shapes that blend cleverly with the natural environment.

The village was not surrounded by tall walls, but by a ring of low crystal pillars emitting a soft white light. The regular energy fluctuations emanated from these crystal pillars, clearly a simple warning or protective barrier.

However, what caused Gray and Sita's pupils to shrink instantly and their minds to tremble was not the peculiar architectural style or the simple barrier.

Instead, it was the figures busily working in the open spaces of the village.

They... are demons!

Although their clothing is simple, made of leaves, animal skins and soft fibers sewn together, their physical form is almost indistinguishable from that of humans in the Prime Material Plane.

A healthy complexion, whether dark or light, and a vigorous physique exude strength.

The most striking and undeniable feature is that every adult man and woman has horns of varying shapes growing on either side of their foreheads, which undoubtedly belong to the demon race.

Some are curved like sheep, some are sharp like antelopes, and some are spiral-shaped or have joints. Their colors range from jet black and dark purple to dark red and grayish white.

An old man sat on a crystal, tapping a luminous metal plate with a wooden mallet. His horns on his forehead were thick and marked by the passage of time. Several young men and women were working together to move a giant log, sweat dripping down their strong arms and the hard horns on their foreheads. Even the children chasing and playing, laughing crisply, had small, tender buds sprouting on their delicate foreheads.

Smoke curls from chimneys, and the aroma of food fills the air. A peaceful, bustling, and undisturbed scene... of a demon village!

"!!" Sita's hand suddenly loosened its grip on her waist, and she instinctively covered her mouth to suppress the gasp that almost escaped her lips.

Her usually calm and indifferent eyes were now filled with unprecedented shock and disbelief.

As a descendant of the Demon Grand Marshal, she knew all too well the terrible decline and exodus that the Demon race had experienced in the Prime Material Plane. The last remaining bloodline huddled in the Shadow Forest, barely clinging to life, and were almost considered the last remaining flame in the world.

But before me... this vibrant village, these compatriots with horns on their foreheads...?

No one could see Grena's face, which was hidden under his hood.

However, the aura around him, which had been as still as an abyss, began to fluctuate subtly yet genuinely at this moment.

As the king of the demon race, although he was human in his previous life and has been living in human territory ever since, he has not shown his demonic characteristics to outsiders.

But as a demon king, finding his scattered people and reviving his race can also be considered one of his missions, since it is a major matter related to his own life.

He never expected that in this secluded, newly discovered secret realm, which he had stumbled upon by chance, there would exist such a branch of compatriots... who seemed to have long since severed ties with the demon race of the main plane, yet had thrived to this day.

They all thought that the Demon race only had that last, struggling bloodline left in the Shadow Forest of the Prime Material Plane.

I never expected... I never expected that there would be fellow demons living in this small world, and it seems that they have established their own home here, far away from the conflicts!

Although Aita didn't know much about demon history, she could sense the unusual and intense emotional fluctuations of the two adults beside her. She blinked her orange-gold vertical pupils in confusion, looking at the village, then at Gray and Sita. Her cat tail swayed gently in puzzlement as she muttered, "Meow? They... they've grown horns on their heads... they look like Sita..."

After she said it herself, the catgirl Aita suddenly realized what she had said, and her orange-gold vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

"Demon clan..."

Although they were demi-humans, the Ten Shadow Attendants all knew Gray—their Shadow Lord—whose true identity was the King of the Demon Race, and they also knew some information about the Demon Race.

Gray took a deep breath, and the subtle fluctuations in his aura instantly subsided, returning to an abyssal silence.

But the eyes hidden under the hood became incredibly deep and complex, staring intently at the busy, horned figures in the village, as if trying to see through their present to understand the history of their ancestors' migration here and their current state of being.

Sita forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart and resumed her cold demeanor, but her eyes remained fixed on the village, rapidly recording and analyzing every detail—their methods of labor, the level of their tools, the nature of the barrier's energy, and the tribal information that those horn-shaped forms might represent.

The discovery of a civilized settlement was already unexpected. The discovery that this settlement belonged to the demon race was an even more earth-shattering shock.

The value and significance of this brand-new secret realm underwent a dramatic transformation at this moment.

As Gray, Sita, and Eita stealthily went to investigate, the low-ranking black-robed servants who were ordered to stay on guard and hide behind the grass and rocks by the stream were not completely isolated from the distant scene.

Although the village was far away and partially obscured by the branches and leaves of the trees, the general outline of the village and some distinctive features of the figures moving within it—especially the horns on their foreheads that gleamed faintly in the soft light of the secluded place when they occasionally looked up or turned to the side—were still caught by several sharp-eyed attendants.

Some of them knew the true identity of Lord Shadow Demon, and also knew of Lord Theta's noble demon marshal bloodline.

Although the organization has a complex composition, its core members have a deep connection with the demon race. This is not a secret among them, but it is rarely discussed openly.

At this moment, when they saw that the village was inhabited by a large number of people with two horns on their foreheads, the silent servants were also filled with shock and disbelief.