Having served the Empire for half of his life, Ela was decisively sold out. He intended to flee to another country but was nearly beaten to death during his escape before being saved by a dragon-gi...
In other words, even though it was already afternoon, Vera still hadn't started the perfume-making work that required the [Arcane Servant]; hmm... does that mean she was slacking off?!
"Vera! Vera! Vera Yairmenio Theatos!"
"..."
"Eh?!" Vera exclaimed. Suddenly being called by Ira's full name, she immediately realized what the reason was. She stiffly looked in Ira's direction and said somewhat guiltily, "Um, I... I summoned it with my own magic. I haven't used the ring yet."
This is tantamount to admitting guilt without being asked.
"..."
"Okay, there is a reason, actually. Let me explain... let me make an excuse."
Seeing Ira's increasingly dangerous gaze, Vera also became a little more serious. With an air of indifference, she argued, "You see, I can't produce many bottles of perfume even if I work non-stop every day, so I'm considering whether I can have a little imp replace me."
Of course, it's possible. From the beginning, Ira never intended for Vera to hand-make perfume. He just wanted Vera to produce some to see if he could improve the process and then start considering the assembly line.
The concept of an assembly line doesn't exist in this world, and Iraq isn't prepared to publicly reveal this idea that can obviously achieve a productivity breakthrough. Many things are just missing a small idea.
If Vera couldn't give a coherent answer, she could prepare to face his iron fist. With that thought, Ira crossed her arms and asked, "So, what are your thoughts?"
"Uh haha, well, well..." Vera chuckled, then suddenly remembered something and started making up her explanation: "I think we can just break the work down into very simple steps and then teach them to different lesser demons."
After saying something she herself didn't believe, Vera shrank back, bracing herself for punishment.
but……
"Huh? You're actually considering improving your approach?" Ira said with some surprise, then patted Vera's head apologetically, saying, "Sorry, sorry, I might have misunderstood you. You're a true genius..."
"..."
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