The strategist.

"You know why mistress Nicco succeeded us all here, in the royal hall?" A demon emperor asked an elf girl who was standing next to him.

She shook her head with a confused air and answered him. "No idea. Maybe it has something to do with the recent attack. I hope they won't punish us because we couldn't fulfill our role." She stammered in a disturbing area.

"Sigh, who knows? They are all ruthless and stronger than us. Our lives are in their hands. They can kill us all just with a snap of our fingers! RAAGH! I never regret anything in my life than having decided to attack these monsters for the premium. If I knew I would be the slave and a cannon pulpit if I knew they had such powers... I would have preferred to attack the bloody Empress rather than attack this demonic castle!" A man of the human race affirmed these words while his eyes had lost all glimmer of hope.