The place where Davey's clone resided was truly a scene of vigilance. The demons were wary of him, sending hostile glances his way. Even without a direct, personal encounter with humans, demons scorned and loathed them as if demons had been brutally brainwashed.

Of course, no one dared to openly scorn Davey due to the fear that they might silently perish. After all, he was presumed to be the monster-like human who had suddenly appeared and killed their Chief of Staff, Nyx.

It was only after half a day that the demons called for Davey again. In the meantime, his main body had invested its time in moving human prisoners from the outpost.

"Follow us, human," the demon soldiers, brimming with caution, burst into the shabby room where Davey was confined, brandishing their spears at him.

"Well, why not undo these chains and keep your watch?"

"Shut up!"

Under normal circumstances, they would have beaten him, but they were too scared of him to do anything. As proof of this, they could not easily hide their trembling bodies as they watched him.

"Her Majesty summons you!"

Upon hearing this, Davey slowly moved his steps. He did not need to personally end the war. All he had to do was engrave his existence; he only needed to let them decide without exerting further power. Of course, even this in itself would be an intervention.

Fortunately, the Observer had said that he could somehow counteract this level of intervention. And if it went wrong? Davey would have to overthrow everything,...