An Arrow At The End Of Its Flight

"Captain, many things have happened to our brothers these past few days."

The human resources management department of the Demon Race in the Demon Punishment Division.

A small man with long ears and a short nose stood respectfully in front of a muscular man.

The man bent over the table and looked at the personnel records. He had recorded more than ten deaths of the human race in just ten days. However, the man was not concerned about the dozen or so deaths of the humans. Instead, he kept looking at the two pieces of paper from the demons with a frown.

Those humans were lowly to begin with. If they died, then so be it.

However, many of the brothers in the demon race had mysteriously disappeared over the past few days. They had disappeared without any warning. It was impossible for them to have left on their own.

That was probably the only explanation.