Fairies are a very interesting type of monster. They resemble small, palm-sized elves with insect-like wings, but they are genuine monsters and not demi-humans like beastmen.
Their teamwork is so strong it's outrageous, making one wonder if the fairies are telepathically connected.
Obedient to commands, honest, diligent, selfless, and capable of extreme selflessness when necessary; possesses remarkable patience and enthusiasm for caring for crops and animals.
They are indeed a rare and valuable workforce.
However, the hatred for humans is ingrained in the blood of the goblins, and even human children who have no ill intentions are always pranked by the goblins.
Clearly, it's the aristocracy's fault again.
If humans did ten things that other races found repulsive, then twelve or even eleven of them would be related to nobles, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were wrong...
While there are indeed some decent nobles, and even the majority are normal nobles, there are definitely quite a few nobles with mental problems. This group of nobles can tarnish the world's impression of humanity.
However, the little fairies had a pretty good attitude towards Ira.
"Lord Ira"
"The cesspool is already..."
"Construction is ready."
"Street excrement"
"They've been collected too."
It smells terrible.
How long should it be left to sit?
In response to the fairies' questions, Ira, who was flipping through books in her room, looked up and said, "I saw it before. Next, add wood ash, straw, and withered leaves, and stir it every day until it becomes dry, smellless soil."
The monsters in the Demon King's territory were quite efficient. Only one night had passed since the order was given yesterday, and the excrement on the streets had already been collected and piled up into a stinking hill a little further away from the farmland.
Perhaps this is the true value of those subjects within the Demon King's territory who are labeled as "slaves." They hardly need anyone to whip or urge them on, nor do they need to cheat or slack off; the task is already accomplished.
Those so-called "slaves" may have lived happier and more comfortable lives than many citizens of the empire.
"Yes!"
"Thank you, Lord Ira."
Thank you very much.
"Let's go."
"Going to work"
Ira chuckled and pushed the things on the table forward, saying to the chattering sprites whose sentences lacked any clear pauses. "Wait a minute," she said, "have some snacks before you go back to work."
What Ira pushed over were five small, milky-white, square pastries. There were five little fairies here, and one for each of them was just enough.
"What's this"
Never seen it before.
"It smells so good!"
But we
"I still need to work."
As the little imp, who was practically drooling but still getting ready to work, said, Ira picked up a small spoon and stuck it into the bouncy dessert, saying, "This is pudding, the world's first dessert version of pudding."
"How about letting everyone in the Demon King's Castle taste it? This can't be considered slacking off."
As Ira said this, when he went to the kitchen to find something to eat last night... yes, he did go to the kitchen. It seems that there was a reason why Shilina arranged his room here.
Last night, Ira found agar, a seaweed extract used in this world to make wine, and agar was the key to the creation of modern pudding in his previous world.
This world has pudding, a kind of food similar to blood sausage, which is a sausage made from blood, meat, fat, oats, and bread. It's salty, sounds strange, but tastes pretty good.
Is that so?
"So"
"us"
"Try it."
As they said this, the little fairy flew excitedly to the table, picked up the small spoons that they used like Luoyang shovels, and scooped up the fragrant pudding to taste.
"Wow"
"So sweet"
"tasty"
"Good shot"
"..."
Watching these little sprites begin to chatter amongst themselves instead of speaking as a cohesive whole, Ira chuckled and shook her head, continuing to look at the parchment book in her hands.
This book is the history of the Crimson Dragon, roughly explaining how the ancestors of the Crimson Dragon maintained their identity under the corruption of demons, and how they were completely corrupted by the rejection of the dragon race.
Iraq cannot guarantee the authenticity of these materials, but it is certainly possible to find clues about the past within them.
"..."
After finishing their pudding, the little elves didn't chatter. Instead, they watched Ira quietly reading a book in the sunlight streaming through the window... For some reason, they thought the human in front of them was very beautiful.
He is handsome, speaks gently, is kind-hearted, and acts with tenderness.
(Monsters who died on the battlefield: Do you guys have some kind of misunderstanding about gentleness?!)
"Hmm? You've finished eating? Then please help me deliver these puddings to the various leaders, including Sirina, the Demon Lord, and those I met before... well, just give them to everyone from yesterday's meeting."
Ira showed the puddings in small boxes to the side. He watched as the five little fairies carried all the puddings away and flew up in one go, instructing, "Give the extras to the maids, servants, and fairies in the Demon King's castle. Just say they are a reward from the Demon King."
Okay~
"Okay, okay"
"Thank you, Lord Ira."
"We're leaving."
"goodbye."
The little fairies may look small, but their strength is comparable to that of a normal imperial man, so each little fairy can easily carry dozens of puddings.
It's perfectly normal for someone to give the little pudding they've developed to future colleagues, and their subordinates don't need to know who Ira really is, so Ira doesn't need to cultivate good relationships with them.
However, Satan needs the respect of his servants, so that they will talk less about him, which is very important for a king.
"Swish..."
The wind blew in through the window, turning the pages of the thick parchment that Ira had half-flipped. The wind turned half of it, and Ira turned half of it, but he was the only one reading, and the wind was not there. Wasn't that unfair to the wind?
Such clear weather is quite rare in winter, although people in this world don't really care about the weather due to their physical fitness and ability to withstand cold and heat.
But as Ira looked at the book, she felt like she had forgotten something.
...
By the way, if it were little fairies, they would probably say something like, "The pudding made by Lady Ira is left over for you to eat. Tell us to say it was a gift from the Demon King."
The little fairy will definitely mention Ira, because...
"Little fairies, don't you know how to lie?"
As Ira murmured to himself, he fell into a long period of deep thought.
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