It was time for the morning court session again. Although it has always been called the "morning court session," it should actually be called the "court meeting," "audience," or "morning assembly."

Previously, Ira didn't have a chair to sit on during the morning meetings, but now one has been prepared for him... Vera patted the empty seat next to her, gesturing for Ira to sit down next to her.

Although he didn't know what she wanted to do, Ira didn't have the habit of sitting with his colleagues. He pulled the recliner with one hand and moved to a corner of the hall, where he sat down against the wall.

From this vantage point, you can clearly see everyone present.

His strange behavior drew the attention of all the monster leaders, but Ira didn't seem inclined to answer, simply nodding to each other.

"Yawn~"

As always, Satan sat on the throne that belonged to the Demon King, yawning. He looked at everyone sitting below and then immediately saw Ira sitting in the corner. She tilted her head in confusion.

Just as Satan was about to ask something, Vera interrupted him with a knowing explanation: "Please don't mind her, Ira just likes to sit there; it's a privilege of the consul."

If the consuls have special privileges, then can all the consuls sit in a corner and watch the morning court? If a room has four corners, how many people would be needed to sit there?

Satan Leaf thought to himself.

Vera, seeing through her thoughts, immediately explained, "Ah, I was referring to Ira's position, the 'Consul,' the extraordinary profession we know as the 'Consul,' whose name comes from Ira's position in the Empire."

"They are officials in charge of political affairs, who have the right to be governed only by the king and not to be accountable to anyone else. If they want to arrest an official, they can arrest him first and then ask the emperor for permission. They have such privileges... Such privileges were given by King Uther, of course."

Vera's explanation stunned all the monsters unfamiliar with the Empire, for they had never imagined that Ira's status within the Empire had reached such a level.

This level of privilege, if given to any empire in any era—or rather, if anyone other than Iraq were to possess such power—would cause a major upheaval.

However, Ira's subsequent actions and achievements proved that he deserved such privileges, which, in a sense, shows that Uther was right to judge people.

"But the consul and sitting in the corner shouldn't have anything to do with each other, right?"

To Satan Ye's question, Vera chuckled and continued talking about Ira, saying, "Back in the Empire, if there were traitors or people who wanted to betray the Empire in a meeting, he could spot them immediately just by sitting there."

In her assessment of Ira, everyone present, whether it was the golem-like construct or the insectoid, seemed to become less at ease.

You could even say that the body has become stiff.

Of course, this does not mean they have ulterior motives. Regardless of whether they are traitors or not, they will behave in two ways at this time: one is to feel uncomfortable and not want to be identified as traitors, and the other is to calmly show that they are upright and have nothing to fear.

Therefore, no matter what kind of person they are, it cannot be determined by looking at them here. Vera's understanding comes half from rumors and half from her own unfounded speculation.

"Don't believe her, she's just making things up."

Vera blinked her questioning eyes at Ira's words and retorted, "Huh? It's not made up. I heard it from some self-proclaimed great mage on the street when I was still in the Empire!"

"You yourself are the court magician! Don't you have any idea whether that person you met on the street was a magician or a conman making things up?!"

Amid Ira's complaints, the routine segment of every morning meeting, "Let's Talk About Ira You Don't Know - Vera Yairmenio Theyatos," finally came to an end.

"Hmm, it's been so long already..."

Satan Ye, who was already feeling a bit hungry, realized that it was no longer "early morning" but "morning." She asked routinely, "So, do you all have anything to report?"

This issue was already discussed yesterday.

"The only vegetables left in the Demon King's territory are carrots. The castle's share consists of carrots and cloud vegetables. Meat, eggs, and dairy products in the castle also need to be planned for consumption. The residents of the Demon King's territory have no room left to eat meat."

Faced with Lyme's words, Satan Ye fell silent. She looked at the ghostly bespectacled girl and asked her, "Around when will the nearest caravan arrive?"

The ghostly bespectacled girl being questioned by Satan Ip seemed a bit confused as well, and she looked at the vampire girl...

"Five days later."

The vampire girl said, just as the ghost girl was in charge of the territory's finances, she seemed to be responsible for trade and diplomacy, saying, "But those territories that have submitted again will gradually hand over their supplies, and at that time, the supplies may not seem so urgent."

In other words, do we need to hold on for another five days?

"My Lord, I propose that we reorganize the hunting party to hunt wild animals to replenish the meat reserves of our territory. We can also clear out the surrounding creatures to help expand our farms and ranches."

As she spoke, looking at the Royal Black Knight and the headless knight in black flames, Shirina said, "Starting today, we will select the participants for the hunt, and the hunt and food distribution can begin tomorrow."

Neither of the armored figures seemed to have any objection to this; they simply nodded to indicate that they agreed with the opinion.

"Okay, the hunting team is in Shirina's hands now. Is there anything else?"

Satanye made the decision, but Ira felt it was a bit too frivolous... Logically, it would have been more reasonable to designate someone to compile a list of candidates and then hand it over to Satanye for the final decision.

But as I said before, as long as Satan Ye trusts everyone, and as long as everyone can live up to this trust of being a hands-off manager, then agreeing to a solution quickly like this is actually the right thing to do.

"some"

"Lord Ira"

"The fertilizer they're talking about"

"Now it is..."

"It doesn't smell anymore."

The five little fairies were talking, while the other leaders, who didn't know much about fertilizer, looked in Ira's direction with a puzzled expression... Fertilizer, I remember the caravans haven't been selling it for a long time, right?

"Mr. Ira? Can you tell everyone about the fertilizer?"

Satan asked Ira this question.

However, given her status, she had no reason to ask.

Ira, who was thinking this, didn't say anything, but just nodded. Then he looked at Satan Ye, who was excitedly telling everyone what had happened that day, and he didn't know what expression to make.

But, as expected, it was still a smile that was both funny and sad, right?