Thanks to you, I slept well last night, a rare treat. But now, it seems there's not much letter left. Let's end our conversation here. Can you, Lord Ira, bring yourself to treat me and the Empire as enemies?

Ira watched Satan Ye train, then glanced at Sirina observing his training. He took out a pen and wrote a reply on a magical letter: "Perhaps."

She poured all her rationality into the empire, and hid her girlish capriciousness, only able to confide in him on rare occasions... It must have been too exhausting.

"..."

For some reason, while training the Demon King, Ira felt a sense of guilt as she casually conversed with the empress of what should be considered an enemy nation.

I haven't been sleeping well lately, probably because your departure was so sudden. Now, after our little chat, I feel much better, and my sleep might improve. I'm looking forward to us having a good talk, and then you'll understand me.

Almost the instant Ira finished writing, Isabella responded in a room in the imperial capital thousands of miles away. This is generally called an instant reply.

"Mr. Ira?"

Just as Ira was about to write a response, he suddenly heard Satan Ye make a sound very close to him. He hurriedly folded the letter, looked up at the puzzled Satan Ye, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the training?"

"..."

Satan looked at the parchment and pen in Ira's hand with some curiosity. After thinking for a moment, she still didn't ask anything. Instead, she seriously reported on the training situation, saying, "One hundred repetitions of the Rapid Shaping Mana training have been completed."

So fast?

Ira took the letter in her hand and looked at Sirina with a questioning gaze. Sirina nodded, smiled apologetically at Satan Ye for her slight doubt, and said, "Next is the power test."

As she spoke, Ira pointed to the corner of the field where more than a dozen new humanoid stakes had been erected and said, "The material of those stakes is steel and wood. I asked Mr. Steel Golem to find the materials to make them. You need to try to knock down a stake with one blow."

"Hmm, let me think..."

As Ira spoke, he roughly estimated Satan's magical reserves and the number of failures, saying, "After knocking down five wooden stakes, the training will be over. After that, we'll go check on the sirens."

"Hmm! Hehehe~ Easy peasy~"

Satan Leaf seemed very confident, but it was Ironwood after all. If he underestimated it and wasted Mana carelessly, the Mana reserves might not be enough... But Ira didn't seem to want to warn him about anything.

He also took the opportunity to teach Satan not to underestimate his enemy.

"..."

Isabella sat down again, and under the curious gaze of Shirina from a distance, he unfolded the letter. In the meantime, Isabella had written a great deal.

Isabella's handwriting got smaller and smaller, and in the last two short lines of the letter, she crammed in a lot of words... So, wouldn't it have been better if she had just written smaller earlier?

[Duke Caligula is one of the strongest opponents among the dukes, but right now he's been driven to distraction by the rumor I spread that "he's getting anxious, he's getting anxious." He might actually be getting anxious now, which is quite amusing.]

However, I also cooperated with Duke Caligula, a cooperation I felt was necessary. I am truly sorry; please feel free to resent me, but this cooperation will ultimately make Caligula pay the price.

Hate me, despise me! I hope you, Lord Ira, will wield the iron whip of judgment against me, the traitor; I await that day… or the day you will have to acknowledge me.

At this point, the letter paper is almost completely filled... Please note that you cannot write anything on the back.

However, it seems that there was still a short space left in the very corner, but Isabella had already finished writing what she wanted to write, so she didn't make use of that space.

"..."

In silence, Ira pondered something, wondering if he should say something. He wasn't sure if Isabella was still waiting on the other side of the letter, or if she had already begun her work as king.

However, let me write the last sentence...

With that thought in mind, Ira gently picked up her pen.

You've done a great job, and I'm so proud of you, Isabella.

"..."

The moment Ira finally delivered the first compliment, more than a decade overdue, the letter was visibly soaked... and moreover, droplets of liquid kept dripping onto the parchment.

The magic letter paper isn't exactly intelligent; it perfectly replicates the state of another piece of paper, faithfully restoring it to its original condition, whether it has creases, words, dirt, or has been burned or soaked in water.

She cried...and cried really hard.

As soon as Ira realized this, the letter quickly turned into pieces, then burned up, leaving only ashes scattered in the air.

Is Isabella furious? She said she'd consult me ​​if she had any questions, but she hasn't consulted me at all! She even told me to resent her all I wanted, that she wouldn't betray the country to Caligula, would she?

Thinking this, Ira shook his head helplessly, feeling a little guilty. Then, when he looked up, he saw Sirina and Satan Ye right in front of him... Ah, why is he feeling so flustered?

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