Why am I always the one in the middle?!

Pt 2

"The eleventh corps commander, Lilinell has arrived!" A demon announced and a small girl walked in, she had pink hair that was in braided pigtails and a large red bow on the back of her head and she had bright pink eyes.

She looked around and smiled at Deon, waving her hand excitedly as she walked to her seat and sat down.

Lilinell has always liked Deon and he saw her as a clingy younger sister, so they were pretty close.

Deon waved back at Lilinell and she smiled wider, seemingly happy.
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Soon all the corps commanders that were at the castle arrived, it wasn't too many but still quite a few.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start our meeting." The demon king said as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at a muscular yet completely grey demon who didn't even have pupils.

"Commander Bellitan, tell us about your report in detail." The demon king said and the grey demon, Bellitan nodded.

"Yes, your majesty! The twelfth corps has been protecting the village until now. But at some point, the number of creatures started to grow exponentially, so the twelfth corps is in dire need of backup." Bellitan said and continued his report.

"Half of the already small village has been decimated. And although the other half has been evacuated to a big city with ramparts, it's only a matter of time until they get attacked too. They need assistance." Bellitan finished his report and looked around, most everyone in the meeting was either thinking or muttering quietly.

"I haven't seen the twelfth corps commander for a while, is that why?"

"He was defeated by mere creatures?"

"Watch it. Even creatures can be a threat in large numbers."

"But they're failed creations!"

'All of this is causing a headache...' Deon thought and listened to the muttering around him.

Demonic creatures were the creations of the demon king, most of them were good and had a working mind. But there were a few that didn't have that and didn't have a working mind, they were referred to as failed creations and only acted on instincts and no orders.

"Every day there is a war because there are too many creatures. Why there are so many of them is a mystery..."

"There warrior who took care of those creatures is now dead, so it makes sense." The demon king said, referring to the hero who had died.

"Oh, the hero..." "But the commander demon killed that warrior..."

Deon turned a bit awkward but it didn't show on his face except for a slight glare, seeming annoyed at the mention of the hero.

'I don't know why that rumor started, but I wasn't the one who the hero...' Deon thought as he turned to the demon king with a slight glare, a bit annoyed that demon king let the rumor get this out of hand.

The demon king's eyes widened slightly as he saw the glare that Deon was looking at him with.

'Those eyes... You really are...' The demon king thought as he saw Deon's eyes, thinking about after seeing Deon's expression.

He chuckled and spoke confidently, still looking at Deon.

"Don't worry. The zero corps will provide backup!"

'Wha-?! That was the exact opposite of what I was thinking, I thought he knew by the look he gave me!' Deon thought and he stared blankly at the demon king, completely shocked but not showing it on his emotionless face.

"Go blow blow off some steam." The demon king said to Deon with a sweet smile, thinking that he was right that Deon just wanted to blow off some steam, though he was completely wrong.