The gifts the elves gave to Ira almost filled his room. As the elves said, they were all small tokens of affection, mostly gifts whose significance outweighed their monetary value. But... there were also some things that weren't right mixed in.

However, Ira didn't have time to look at them right now. After asking the little fairies to deliver the gifts to his room, he started chatting with the fairies.

Basically, it's Ira talking about how she became a governor after leaving the Silvermoon Tree Court, and how she gradually gained more fame in the world. She also talks about why she came to the Demon Lord's territory.

This suggests that Ira and the members of the Silvermoon Tree Garden have a good personal relationship.

"Ira, it's been a long time."

Seeing the elven queen standing there gracefully as she spoke, Ira nodded naturally in greeting, "Long time no see, Your Highness Cassiopeia."

"I really miss it. The last time we met was a hundred years ago."

As for Cassiopeia, who seemed quite sentimental, Ira shook his head slightly, looking at the other elves who had begun to converse with Youyou, and said, "But I am only sixty years old this year." However, these immortal beings clearly had a distorted concept of time.

Therefore, the idea of ​​"meeting each other a hundred years ago" is absolutely impossible to be a true impression.

"Oh, is that so? Haha, I might have misremembered, but the difference between a hundred years and sixty years isn't that big..."

Cassie tilted her head as she spoke, a nonchalant smile on her face, saying things that Vera would probably say, but the biggest difference between them was—

You can clearly sense that Vera is trying to be funny and offbeat. In reality, she always thinks things through carefully and knows what to say to disgust others and what to say to avoid being offended.

Just as Vera would never joke about anything that belittled Ira's dreams, because she knew that would really get her beaten up, or even killed.

But Casiopeia... she's really clueless.

"You live for a very long time, so you don't care about the passage of time. Don't even mention the difference between sixty years and one hundred years, you have no concept of even one thousand years and two thousand years."

Ira seemed to understand. As he spoke, he looked at Cassiopeia, who was beside him, and said, "I'll take you to find His Highness the Demon King. Hmm... Satan is Favignon's daughter, you should remember, right?"

As he said this, Ira led the way, and then, seeing Cassiopeia's thoughtful expression, he said helplessly, "When we were dealing with the Spider Queen's corruption and the Elders' rebellion, Faviginho must have helped us too, right?"

Even so, Casiopeia seemed to be struggling to recall, saying, "I know, but I've forgotten what he looked like and what he did."

Ira was somewhat helpless about this. He didn't know that Cassiopeia was so forgetful. He pointed to himself and said, "The one with me, the one with dragon horns, wearing a vest with a pendant, showing off his chest and abs."

Upon hearing such a specific description, Cassiopeia immediately remembered. She nodded decisively and said, "Oh, I remember now, but back then the Empire and the monsters were already at war, right? Your relationship was surprisingly good..."

Although they had indeed started fighting, he could be considered to have temporarily teamed up with Favignon. Many people might find it hard to believe that rivals who would fight to the death on the battlefield could get along peacefully when they met during their vacation.

"Then, halfway through dealing with the problem, he went back to his country ahead of schedule..."

Cassiopeia's past memories are slowly returning. After all, she isn't truly unaware; it's just that useless memories require time to unearth, and this is perhaps true for all immortal beings.

"Yes, and the solutions he proposed were things like, 'Catch them one by one and question them,' or 'If the corruption doesn't stop, beat them until the corruption stops.'"

As Ira spoke, he reminisced about the past with great emotion, and incidentally... when he told Yuther about this after returning to the Empire from his vacation, Yuther looked at him with a very strange expression.

Then, Yuther said something like, "Lord Ira, you usually don't get close to women, you wouldn't actually... that's really disgusting~" After that, Ira promptly beat Yuther up.

These two guys are the strangest kings Ira has ever seen. Fortunately, they have already become former kings. It seems that there are really not many normal kings in this world.

"By the way, what kind of person is Satan Ye?"

As Cassiopeia followed Ira up the steps of the Demon King's castle, she asked this question... The elves were really at ease, letting their queen go with Ira alone without a single guard.

This can be considered an extreme level of trust.

“Did you know? Satan asked you the same question.”

As Ira spoke so simply, he clearly remembered the scene where Satan asked him what kind of person Cassiopeia was, and he answered truthfully to all of it.

"Oh? She also asked you what kind of person she is? Doesn't she have a good understanding of herself?"

To Cassiopeia's somewhat doubtful expression, Ira shook her head, simply denying it, and said, "No, the 'same question' I was referring to was Satan Isaac asking me 'What kind of person is Cassiopeia?' She asked me the same question."

"Um……"

Cassiopeia, uttering a thoughtful sound, plucked a pretty leaf from beside her crown and placed it in Ira's hair. Now, more curious, she asked, "So, Ira, what was your answer?"

She was more curious about this than what kind of person Satan Ye was.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing to learn from Cassiopeia. She became queen simply because her surname is Ilúvatar. Compared to other elves, she has no outstanding merits.”

Ira said it so simply, and Casiopeia showed a sullen expression... Even a natural airhead would get angry under such words, but she quickly calmed down.

"Ugh~ That's so mean~~"

Cassie complained in a coquettish tone... but it was the truth. This proved that even for a king, the start is very important. Different starts and national conditions will lead Iraq to make different teaching plans and use teaching methods that are adapted to local conditions.

So, it really does come down to luck.

(Empress Yi, who wished to remain anonymous: So, is the Empire... a nightmare start?)