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"Who the hell are you?" asked one of the men, one with his arm dismembered but still chose to fight. Arthur looked at him for a few short seconds before snickering to himself.

"You care about who I am when I came here to show you the truth? You haven't glanced at your leader, who fled the moment he disappeared."

"We never cared about him," said another man, the closest to the demon. "Even if he ran, we would not do the same. Many of us lost our homes to demons."

"This specific demon?" said Arthur as he pointed at her. She was still staring at him with scarlet eyes, amusement evident from her gaze. "I doubt any of you ever met her before today."

"It does not matter who she is; her race has done enough for us to fight this battle," said the one-armed man. Arthur could not believe what he was hearing and laughed even harder. "What makes you laugh?" asked the man with a frown.