"Look, this is the whole process. First, remove the parts of the giant bee that are not of any use. Take off the wings and stinger separately and set them aside. Set the giant bee's tail aside for later use."
"Regarding the refining process, the first thing is..."
"..."
Vera seemed to be explaining the process of creating "Bee, Flower, Snow, and Moon" to these lesser demons very seriously, but she clearly still didn't understand how the assembly line actually worked.
She explained things in great detail, using her most effective rote learning method, just as she had taught Isabella, to instruct these little demons, making sure every detail was clear.
It includes the meaning of doing something at a certain moment.
From this perspective, Vera, who likes to explain "why," and Ira, who also likes to explain "why," are indeed birds of a feather in terms of education, but there are also significant differences between them.
Isabella should have understood and learned it, but the little devil didn't need to.
"Lich Lord, you're so long-winded..."
"nagging, nagging"
"Old woman, hehe."
The lesser demons sitting in rows below whispered among themselves, their smiles sly. Then, in the next second, Vera placed her hand on the head of the lesser demon who had said "old woman."
The little demon, its head being grabbed and lifted up, struggled to raise its head and saw Vera's icy face.
"..."
Vera remained silent, her gaze so deep it seemed she was looking at a dead person (a dead little imp).
"I...I'm sorry, Lich Lord."
"..."
Vera narrowed her eyes, but ultimately did not suck the little demon into a skeleton. Mainly because everyone was watching, she was not willing to kill the little demon in public, so she simply threw the little demon away forcefully.
"Click~ Click~"
With the sound of bones breaking, the little imp that had been thrown out lay there motionless, while the other little imps looked at it with comical eyes, relieved that it hadn't been killed on the spot.
This kind of injury might be fatal to humans, but for monsters it's something that can be healed with rest... It's not too minor, but it's not too serious either.
Bringing up the topic of age in front of Vera, even as a joke, is a really serious matter.
Goblins and lesser demons are a race that finds it difficult to empathize with the death of their companions, perhaps because they reproduce too quickly, or perhaps it is determined by their genes.
If they would grieve over the death of their companions, then when they were still a scattered tribe, if they were attacked by adventurers, they would be overcome with grief and fear when they suffered casualties, and would be unable to ambush the female knight from behind.
So even if they get killed as punching bags, killed for saying the wrong thing, kicked to death for being unhappy, or killed because of their smug looks, they won't be sad at all... really, not at all.
"Then came the bee tail..."
Vera said this, then she thought for a moment and said, "No, let's talk about the earlier steps first. So, as you can see... when I removed the tail stinger and wings just now, I put them in the water. This step is very important."
"If placed in..."
"also……"
As a master of rote learning, the content of her classes may not be easy to fully grasp, but if you listen to it a few times, you will definitely remember it... for humans.
Vera still didn't realize that what she needed wasn't for each lesser demon to know the overall process; she just needed to break down each step of the process herself and then teach each lesser demon a step by step individually.
Lesser demons aren't actually very intelligent creatures, so if you want them to remember the overall process and technology, it's better to let them evolve first before they learn it.
"Ugh, you guys are so stupid."
Vera sighed, shaking her head helplessly, and muttered to herself, "If it were Ira, she could probably teach you faster. My skills are still not up to par."
Almost as soon as Vera finished speaking, a little demon asked with delight, "Should it be Lady Ira? Then can he teach instead?"
"..."
Vera: Staring~
The Talkative Imp: ...
Other lesser demons: Joy.
"Hmph, you must have been with Ira killing Gorgon."
As Vera said this, looking at the little imp who was nodding in relief, she began to speak earnestly (and nonsensically): "You shouldn't idolize Ira so much~"
"How should I put it, Ira is an extremely horrible lolicon. When you evolve, you must choose the direction of Balrog or Hell Lord, and never choose the cute and pretty ones."
Vera, looking heartbroken, said, "If you became the Whip Queen... ah, the Whip Queen is more mature; well, if you became a demon like Hilder the Ice Demon, you would definitely be pinned to the ground and subjected to all sorts of things."
"..."
Little Imps: ? ? ?
However, neither the masculine, muscular Balrog Fire Demon nor the feminine, petite, cute Hilder Ice Demon with small breasts possess organs suitable for procreation.
"Oh dear, I know you don't have that kind of thing, but Ira won't care. You have no idea what kind of person he is. When he was in the Empire, he caused a complete mess..."
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