"It's strange that the staple food is mushrooms. Regardless of race, everyone needs to ensure a good intake of carbohydrates."

Vera nodded in agreement with Ira's words... although liches only taste the food and don't actually eat it.

"The steak is too tough, and the lack of side dishes makes it too bland. Even with a Crimson Dragon's teeth, it's inedible!"

Ira frowned and complained. He couldn't understand why the chef was so careless about the food the Demon King liked. Under everyone's gaze, he stood up and asked, "Can someone take me to the kitchen?"

Although it was a question, it was phrased with an unquestionable tone, as if he were the master of this Demon King's castle.

"Yes... Lady Ira, please come this way."

Standing to the side, Shirina's lips twitched as she respectfully led Ira away from their seats, heading towards a room on the other side of the hall, leaving Satan Ye and the other leaders looking at each other in bewilderment.

"The lich... um, Ira Elkaras, has she always had that kind of personality?"

A girl with small, bat-like wings on her back asked Vera this question.

For some reason, people feel that this is not quite the image of Iraq as an enemy that they have in mind.

"Yes, he can be quite meticulous about strange things... I hope Mr. Lyme has good luck."

As she spoke, Vera narrowed her eyes slightly and offered her thoughts: "I've always heard a rumor... that Ira is not the pure royalist that the people of the Empire imagine, but a fanatical dreamer."

What are you saying?

Faced with the question from a golem that spoke haltingly, Vera revealed a sly smile, looking at Satan and saying, "Demon King, the future of monsters depends entirely on you~"

"Hmm?"

Satan Ye tilted his head in confusion, revealing an innocent expression.