Mortis' eyes did not move, he only observed the situation below with his peripheral vision.
Mortis' gaze shifted away from the Demon King's face, his peripheral vision swept over the Circular Fortress below, the Slime had dissipated more than half, and the soldiers, stepping on the sticky ground, were clearing out the few remaining enemies.
In some areas dealt with quickly, the runes on the Magic Tower had already begun to accumulate Magic Power.
Time... stands on my side.
Only then did Mortis speak to the Demon King:
"Darean was incited by you, right? Otherwise, why would that coward who hid in the forest for hundreds of years suddenly dare to break into the Imperial Capital?"
"The Northern Territory has invaded the entire northern part of the Empire, such a grand scheme, if it's not you behind it, could it really be done by a Blood Race traitor and a group of tribes?"
"What are you trying to conceal at this stage?"
