Two good things happened today. First, the trade with the caravan ended perfectly, and the funds became much more abundant in an instant. If the expenses are normal next quarter, then the procurement and salary payment can be restored to normal next quarter.

Another thing is the cancellation of the wanted notice.

As the defector chief regent, Ira's arrest warrant was lifted by the empire, rumored to be the work of Empress Isabella, which seems to confirm the existing rumors.

It seems that the Empire and other countries now generally agree that Ira's betrayal was in cahoots with the Empress—Ira Elkaras has become a dagger of Her Majesty the Empress, operating outside the Empire.

“Ira… have you really betrayed us? Or does Isabella want you back? But she doesn’t seem like the type to back down.”

It's understandable that Vera would have such questions, because from any perspective, as the leader and chief regent of the Iraqi faction, it would be extremely dangerous for the Empire if he were to seek revenge outside of the Empire.

In response to Vera's question, Ira leaned against the outside of Satan's palace and replied calmly, "You see, what Isabella needs is for everyone to have this idea, so that the balance of power between the two factions within the empire will not be easily broken."

“If I go back, Isabella can easily use me as a hidden pawn. She will no longer need to consider the overt balance and can start using me recklessly, letting the empire go berserk.”

“If I am not planning to go back, but am already serving in the Silvermoon Tree Court or even the Duchy, then canceling my arrest warrant will make them wary of me, preventing me from so quickly and comfortably reaching a high position where I can do something.”

"In short, it is entirely beneficial."

As Ira spoke, he glanced around at the black knights who were quietly guarding the area. Even though he was now leaning against the outside of the Demon King's house and talking eloquently, no one thought he was being impolite.

"It's good that you came to the Demon King's territory."

Vera said.

"Luckily, I came to the Demon King's territory."

Iraq nodded in agreement.

"After all, both the Demon King's territory and the Empire have lolis, otherwise you might have run back to lick Isabella's feet. Now you can lick Satan Ye's, but speaking of which... Satan Ye and the Demon King's figures are really enviable, unlike my chubby legs."

"roll!"

Although Ira was cursing, he still glanced at Vera's legs out of instinct... How should I put it? Well, they were perfectly plump, and the edges of the black stockings made a slight indentation in her thighs.

Vera's figure was the kind of slightly plump that men in his previous world preferred.

Ira nonchalantly looked away, and while continuing to wait for Satan to wake up, she commented, "Actually, your legs are quite beautiful too; it's not necessarily the slender ones that are pretty."

"..."

Ira, not expecting a response, was puzzled. He turned his head and saw Vera hiding behind a black knight, cautiously peeking in their direction. He twitched his lips and cursed, "You bastard! Don't you have anything else to do today?"

"Ah, well... I just don't have enough funds to buy materials~"

Vera walked over, looking embarrassed. She rubbed her hands together like a fly, and said, "You said you'd be teaching the Demon King today. I'm wondering if there will be one of those tests like before."

The "previous test" undoubtedly refers to the first time Satan-Leaf taught Vera, when he made Vera dodge the fireballs Satan-Leaf threw—the time when Ira would take a share of Vera's salary if she wasn't hit.

It seems Vera is really desperately short of money.

As Ira was thinking this, the palace doors slowly opened, and a neatly dressed Shirina bowed apologetically to Ira and said, "Your Majesty is very tired today. Could we reschedule the class for tomorrow?"

"..."

Ira immediately frowned. He had intended to say something long and complicated, like, "As a ruler of a country, one should..." but he quickly relaxed his brow.

There's no need for him to teach students like a harsh teacher anymore. Perhaps it was his strictness that turned Isabella into this person. He should offer more praise and understanding.

In my memory, he never seemed to show Isabella any real tolerance, nor did he ever truly praise her... Perhaps I should treat others with even lower standards.

"I understand. Then let Satan Ye get some rest... She's already tried her best."

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"Hmm~"

Satan Ye woke up lazily from her bed. Wearing a white lace nightgown, she looked less fantastical and more innocently cute than when she wore a red lace dress (her demon costume).

"Demon King, are you awake? Today is the day for class."

Shirina's voice came from the bedside, but Satan Ye, who had been observing the trade, was unusually lazy today... She closed her eyes and covered her head with the blanket.

"..."

Going to class is so tiring!

“Sylina…”

Satan Leaf's voice came from under the covers. Her crimson tail, hanging out of the covers, swayed listlessly. She made a soft, childlike voice: "I don't want to go to class today."

"Understood. I will convey this to Lord Ira immediately; he will understand."

"..."

"My Lord Demon King is very tired today. Can we reschedule the class for tomorrow?"

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