"Until the successor you truly approve of has been fully trained... right?"

"..."

Looking at Vera as she spoke, Ira raised his eyebrows. He felt he had guessed what Vera meant. He asked, "Your 'favor' is too good to be true... How long will it take me to properly cultivate Satan Leaf?"

Ira shook his head helplessly. He had never heard of using favors like that before. He refused and said, "Using favors like that is too strange. You might as well say, 'Please help the Demon King's forces rule the world.'"

Vera: "Is it okay?"

"Of course not!"

Ira shook his head; he had no reason to help on this point.

"But you killed the Demon King's father, so you are responsible for continuing the Crimson Dragon's bloodline!"

"Get lost! Your argument doesn't sound like I'm asking you to teach her!"

"That's exactly what I mean! There's no other Crimson Dragon in the world, and no one else will know how a Crimson Dragon should fight. The only one who can teach her is you! Lord Demon King will become a more humane king than Isabella!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"..."

"Mr. Ira?"

At the firm voice behind them, Ira and Vera turned their heads at the same time, looking at Satan Leaf, who was hugging herself in the cold wind on the terrace, and at the little demon king whose wings were trembling slightly from the chill.

"Can you be my teacher?"

As Satanie spoke, she looked pleadingly at Ira, her crimson tail sweeping back and forth on the ground, seemingly anxious about how Ira would respond.

But I am neither a good subject nor a qualified teacher...