The existence of Mana is actually related to physical qualities, which is why there are very few people among the commoners of the empire who can achieve upward social mobility. Commoners can't even get enough to eat, so it's very difficult for them to cultivate Mana.

If the body cannot store large amounts of mana, then there is no way to become a professional.

Even Ira didn't rise from commoner to high-ranking official; in fact, she was chosen by the late king when she was a minor noble, which could be considered an instant rise to power.

If one is a noble or even a member of royalty, because their physical condition allows it, they do not need to spend time on labor. No matter how poor their talent or how lazy they are, they are still adaptable to become professionals.

This is also why the children of nobles remain nobles.

However, Satan's condition is rather poor. Although he has the right diet and other conditions, and he is not slacking off in his training with Mana, his basic physical condition is somewhat lacking.

Perhaps they haven't received any specific training in this area...

"Run! Run!"

Ira, urging Satanie on, watched her run in circles around the approximately 400-meter track. He then asked Shirina, who was watching nearby, "Crimson Demon King... I mean, Satanie's father, how did he train her?"

"The former Demon Lord basically did not train the Demon Lord. Occasionally, when he returned from the battlefield, he would just play with the Demon Lord and there was no formal training."

Ira nodded at Shirina's answer, and he more or less understood why Satan hadn't received systematic training. He asked, "Don't you teach them?"

"Are we going to teach the Demon Lord? But... wouldn't that be overstepping our bounds?"

Isn't the Demon King's castle supposed to be pretty laid-back? Aren't you all pragmatists, indifferent to the King's authority and such?! Why are you all so obedient and rule-abiding in a place like this?!

While Ira was internally complaining, he saw Satan Ye stop panting and signal him to stop. He turned the hourglass on the table upside down to record the time and said, "Very good perseverance. You can rest for five minutes... Stand and rest, walk slowly, don't sit down immediately."

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Satan Ye, who had just finished running the designated number of laps, was about to sit down on a chair when he heard Ira's words. He frowned, stood up, and began to pace around the field to rest.

“Mr. Ira, why…”

Before Shirina could finish her question, Ira immediately interjected, "Satanie seems to have practiced weaponry. What weapons is she skilled with? Like her father?"

In response to Ira's words, Hilina nodded and replied, "The same."

That's the Crimson Demon Scythe.

"That's a pity, I don't know how... She'll have to rely on herself in this area."

Ira shook his head as he spoke so simply. He knew nothing about this strange weapon, and that was why he never placed the Crimson Dragon Mana on the fourth wing pillar (melee).

Whether it's the first wing pillar (core), the second wing pillar (movement), or the third wing pillar (ranged), he can naturally switch to the Crimson Dragon's Mana, but he never considers the fourth wing pillar (melee).

"But no one knows how to do it anymore."

As Vera said this, she pulled Sirina aside. Under Sirina's questioning gaze, Vera glanced at Ira, who was keeping time, and said, "Miss Sirina, Ira doesn't like others interfering with his training."

"Is that so? But I still don't understand why we need to keep moving while resting..."

Sylvia has been thinking about this question since just now.

"Oh dear, you don't need to worry about that. I didn't understand it at first either, but King Uther of the Empire approved of it... and it was later proven that Ira's training was indeed correct."

Vera said, glancing cautiously in Ira's direction to make sure he couldn't hear her at that distance, and then said, "If you have too many opinions, he'll beat you up, give you a good beating on the butt... even a succubus can't withstand that."

"Huh?"

Hearing Vera say that, Sirina asked in confusion, her face gradually turning red, "Does whether I can withstand it or not have anything to do with whether I'm a succubus or not?"

"Of course it's related, let me tell you..."

Before Vera could even begin her hushed fabrication, Ira's deliberately drawn-out voice came from the other side: "Vera... I remember when I punched you, I deliberately avoided your vital body parts, right? Also, I punched you because of your nonsense."

"Gurgle..."

Caught red-handed, Vera let out a strange cry. Amidst Sirina's amused and teasing expression, she slunk back into Ira's sight, awkwardly saying, "You could hear that? You don't mind, do you?"

"..."

Ira didn't answer, but just glanced at her, then looked at Satan Ye, who was struggling to condense a fireball, and said, "Next, you'll be Satan Ye's punching bag, won't you?"

In other words, it means making Vera the target of Satan's constant attacks.

"Oh, this isn't right..."

Vera was clearly considering backing down.

"I'm not discussing this with you; this is a notification."

As he spoke, Ira looked at Satan Ye, who had walked over and was showing him a proper fireball. He nodded and said, "Four hours have passed since training started. Shall we play a game?"

"game?"

Satan asked this question while keeping the fireball steady in her hand, revealing an amused expression. She looked at Ira, who was grabbing Vera by the neck as she tried to escape, and waited for him to continue.

"For the next five minutes, you need to stand still at the furthest point and continuously condense these fireballs to attack Vera, who is confined to a certain area... Vera can use short-range teleportation to dodge, but she cannot use it again within five seconds of using it."

As Ira spoke, looking at Vera who was struggling, he said with a smile, "If you win on your first hit, Satan Ye, then today's training is over... If Vera doesn't get hit at all, then I'll give you half of my salary next month."

Vera stopped struggling at those words...

"real?"

“Of course, both Shirina and Satan are listening…”

"good!"

Vera instantly perked up, walked to the area Ira pointed to, and said, "So, it's the area from the wall behind us to the mop over there, right? It's quite spacious~ Sorry, Demon Lord, I must win!"

"I...won't lose either."

Satan Ye became serious, and a fireball gathered in her hand... Although she knew that this intensity of training was for her own good, it was really tiring. In order to finish today's training and get some rest, she wouldn't hold back!

"Okay, three, two, one..."

Ira chuckled softly...

"start."