A deal.
The knight order found themselves in a difficult position.
The deal they'd struck with the so-called Legion of Wrath had only been a stopgap measure to smooth over the public opinion that soured because of the witch Levis. Depending on how the Legion of Wrath behaved, the knight order had all preparations in place to reclaim the barony at any time.
But now, a new deal? This was dangerous. They lacked proper justification, for one thing, and more importantly, they couldn't trust the avian demon called Halphas standing right before them.
A demon sitting atop the belly of a charred orc in front of a heap of mangled demon flesh, toying with his dick using her feet. What kind of deranged, obscene demon was this?
The deal with the Legion of Wrath had been possible because the elves mediated. They'd agreed to it hoping the elves might eventually come back to the humans' side. The heartfelt gift the Legion Commander of Wrath sent to the Marquis had helped, too.
