"The construction of a caravan should be based on trading ships as the main body and trading fleets as the auxiliary body. The trading ships should carry out a two-point trading system to achieve stable trade with multiple fleets, multiple commodities, fewer routes, and fewer accidents."

As Ira spoke, he chatted with the ghostly bespectacled girl named [Yuyu] about the trade caravan, while subtly glancing at the other leaders who were having a party to celebrate the return of the siren.

That's a bit too enthusiastic.

In that case, wouldn't it be just like the siren returning in glory instead of being driven back by me? However, in retrospect, there's really no difference; it's just a matter of how much trust is placed in them.

That idiot Satan Ye will definitely trust the sirens wholeheartedly, after all, she is Satan Ye.

"Trading caravans, on the other hand, consist of a large caravan, one trade, and one route, which covers the route from the Demon King's territory to the Orc Kingdom, to the Silvermoon Tree Garden, to the Dwarf Kingdom, and then from the Duchy across the mountains back to the Orc Kingdom and back again."

Ira, offering his opinion, explained his reasoning to the bespectacled girl who was taking notes: "This way, we can bring enough combat power to ensure that no accidents happen to the caravan on the road."

Of course, while it's said to be "enough" combat power, in reality, a small squad of Black Knights is enough to handle most unexpected situations.

"Then the trade caravan will be composed of lesser demons... If there are bandits or raiders along the way, the lesser demons can be used for combat training."

As she spoke softly, she gently pushed up her glasses and glanced at the leaders who were reveling... It was very noisy over there, completely out of place with the discussion of official business on this side.

Realizing that no one was watching, Youyou reached into her small shoulder bag and took out a neatly folded, square parchment... which was actually just paper; she handed it to Ira and said, "Here, I haven't told anyone."

"Um?"

Ira made a sound of confusion, instinctively taking the paper. He recognized what it was and said strangely, "Magic letter paper? What do you mean by 'didn't tell me...'"

He paused halfway through his sentence, then fell silent, staring at the elegant handwriting on the paper… Although he hadn’t intended to hide himself, Isabella had discovered his presence in the Demon King’s territory far too quickly.

You've been looking for me the whole time? But I'm not willing to go back.

As Ira thought this, he reluctantly began to read the words on the magic letter... He hoped that there wouldn't be too many complaints or pleas on it. If Isabella filled the letter with desperate pleas, he would be at a loss for what to do.

He is someone who is easily moved by requests, and also easily taken advantage of.

[My Lord Ira, this letter is rather small, so please allow this unworthy student to communicate with you in a non-letter format. However, I still adhere to the royal etiquette you mentioned, so there is no need for further explanation or correction of royal manners.]

It seems Isabella harbors a deep grudge against me... I'm sorry, if I could do it all over again, I would probably teach you in a gentler way, but unfortunately it's too late.

Thinking this, Ira continued looking down...

[By the time you received this letter, I was implementing your suggestions effectively, and as you suspected, the Duke was clearly resistant to this policy… By the way, I feel very sorry for your departure caused by the malicious interpretation of my orders.]

But after the empire lost you, the nobles became easier to control. It's just that without you by my side, I always feel a little uneasy... But I don't necessarily need you. I am already a qualified king.

[Therefore, Lord Ira need not return. I believe you will be better off outside the Empire. The nobles of the Empire are not entitled to enjoy the legacy you bring. If I have any questions, I will ask you through this letter.]

[Lord Ira, you don't need to answer. Save this sheet of paper. I will become a king capable of standing on my own, so after this sheet is used up, please show me no more pity.]

If we ever become enemies, please don't hold back... Although I don't want it to escalate to the point where you trample on my bones, I still hope that you, teacher, will tear my dignity apart.

Or the opposite.

"..."

It's supposed to be about saving letter paper, but a lot of it has already been used up.

"Isabella must be exhausted."

Ira shook his head with a sigh. After reading what Isabella had written, he casually commented, "I used to work twenty hours a day and still didn't have time to handle all the affairs of the empire. Isabella must be even more tired, and probably can't even sleep well."

In Ira's voice, Yuuyu was completely confused about the strange relationship between Ira and Isabella, so she didn't know how to respond... Ira wasn't angry at all, and Isabella said she would ask Ira for advice through a magic letter.

They were supposed to be friends, but in the end they declared war on each other; they were supposed to be enemies, but their relationship was strangely harmonious; they were supposed to be teacher and student, but they had already embarked on different sides.

"You don't understand, do you? I don't understand either."

Hearing the voice beside her, [Youyou] turned to look at Vera, who had suddenly spoken. She nodded to indicate that she indeed did not know, but she still handed Ira a pen and asked, "So, Mr. Ira, if Isabella asks you for advice, will you guide her?"

"He definitely will~ and if they really fight, they'll fight each other until the other surrenders."

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