688 Diabolus

Eiro watched the villagers settle into their new homes from afar. For the time being, they just had to settle in. Tears were shed, and the mood was tense. Even though they had made the choice to come here themselves, they never had any choice in whether or not to leave the village they lived in until just a few hours ago. Eiro had forced them to leave, because that was the only way for the villagers to get out of this unharmed. They only had a choice in where they were going to end up after leaving.

And now that they had arrived, and Eiro had properly informed the leaders of each group of monsters, he moved on to some more important matters. Looking at the now abandoned village through the eyes of one of the crows, it seemed like the Devil still hadn't noticed what happened, or at least, he hadn't done anything in reaction just yet, so Eiro had some time to finish up a project he had been preparing for this occasion.