That "home" has long since vanished; that beautiful "Blue Star," that harmonious and prosperous "Earth Federation," that great utopia... has long since turned into sand in the wind.

"Ha...yawn~"

Ira, who kept yawning, didn't seem to mind too much. After all, the sleep his body needed was largely a habit he had developed over the years. In other words, Ira's subconscious felt that he needed to rest.

In fact, relying solely on his physical fitness, he could go without sleep for several days and nights without any problems.

Next, let's take a look at the perfume production line...

As Ira thought about it, the three major things at the moment were Bee Flower Snow Moon, White Ball Wine, and the trade line. Other things, such as strengthening combat power, manufacturing magic equipment, and improving the quality of life of monsters, could only be considered as interludes in his work.

...

"Lord Ira."

Suddenly, Tikkap interrupted Ira's train of thought by speaking up. Kneeling on one knee, he acted as a mouthpiece for the other leaders: "Lady Senata requests your presence at her castle."

"..."

Because he was too sleepy, the message only flashed through Ira's mind for a second or two before he understood what Tikkap meant. He nodded in response, "I understand. It's about the rebellious territory, right?"

Tikkapu glanced sideways at Ira's words and stammered, "Probably...probably not..."

That means he's having a blood addiction attack.

"well……"

Ira, who knew everything, sighed helplessly, but still nodded and said, "I'll be right there. Ask Vera if she's encountered any difficulties or accidents, and then... yawn~"

Ira couldn't help but yawn again before saying:

"Come find me at Senata."