“Mr. Ira, if you don’t like sleeping in this room, you can just call me. There are no extra personal maids in the Demon King’s castle. If you wish, I can draw one from the Demon King’s side.”
With an irrepressible smile on her face, Sirina said this as she led Ira into the room in the Demon King's castle with a respectful demeanor, but for some reason she just wanted to laugh.
Although she kept saying things like "no," "it's irrelevant," and "it's ridiculous," Miss Vera still managed to keep Mr. Ira there... I felt a strange sense of excitement about it.
As a succubus, Sirina was extremely interested in this kind of thing—snatching talent away from the empire.
"No need. It's ridiculous, but if I really had a maid taking care of me so meticulously, I would feel very uncomfortable."
Ira answered and sat on the slightly firm bed. He didn't have high requirements for the room, and the room he was currently assigned to was definitely not bad... It was better than the battlefield no matter what.
However, although he doesn't like the kind of personal maid that seems extreme to him, a convenient and useful house maid is still quite nice... When you need to get something, you just need to call out to her.
“I have specially arranged a room for you in the kitchen, next to Mr. Lyme, so that you can ask him to make something for you whenever you want to get something to eat.”
Your arrangements are so thoughtful, you've really put a lot of thought into them!
Ira shook his head inwardly, saying helplessly, "It's true that I like delicate and delicious food, but that doesn't mean I'm a foodie who's always thinking about food. Thanks for your kindness, but it's not really necessary."
"Haha~ Sorry, this is my dereliction of duty..."
As she said this, Shirina nodded gently. Having roughly figured out Ira's personality, she chuckled and said, "Mr. Ira, it's almost midnight. Please take a break. If you need anything, just tell the little fairies."
After saying that, Sylvia turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"..."
"well……"
Ira sat alone on the bed in the room, sighing softly. He took off his coat, which was badly damaged from his previous escape, and placed it on the bedside table... even though there was a coat rack in the room.
In the end, he agreed to Satan Ye's request and stayed in the Demon King's Castle for a while to be her teacher.
Because this kind of thing has happened once before, he doesn't have much of a psychological burden now, but this means he needs to think about how to teach his students, and making lesson plans is always the most tiring part.
Should we prioritize enhancing Satan Ye's military strength? Or should we prioritize strengthening her ideology and political thinking? No... let's put the latter aside for now, otherwise we might end up producing another Isabella. However, the two countries have different national circumstances, so the educational methods they require are naturally different as well.
While it's not that education should be open to all, Ira wanted to try a different approach this time...
To be honest, Iraq did not conduct any significant research or modifications on the Empire's side. He also did not propose the curved plow and wheel-driven seed technology, which were very common and classic technologies used by transmigrators in his previous life.
After all, in the midst of war, he needed to prioritize strengthening the empire's combat capabilities, so he prioritized promoting noble sons who could quickly become combatants, and persuaded Isabella to enact a law that allowed military merits to be exchanged for titles.
This is one of the reasons why the empire has become increasingly advantageous on the battlefield.
Originally, the plan was to use the seemingly profitable trap of "buying titles through grain fields" to swindle the nobles after the war was completely over, and then start the farming madness mode after consolidating the land.
That opportunity may no longer exist.
Ira taught Isabella the art of imperial rule, how to maintain balance, and the inherent connections and constraints between clans, kingdoms, kings, commoners, and merchants… She learned about half of it…
If I had known, I would have racked my brains to make her a good fighter.
Somewhat wistful, Ira couldn't help but recall what Uther had said—
[Um, you mean, even powerful ministers who overshadow the emperor should be suppressed? Even if they are loyal to the king and respect him in every way, all power should belong to the immortal emperor? I'm touched, but Minister Ira, are you tired of living... Aren't you the most powerful minister in the empire right now?]
"..."
Ira not only said this to the late king, but also taught Isabella this way in general. But the biggest problem is... this pretentious "suppression" is just putting on a show. Look at the timing! Now she's been pushed along by the tide, hasn't she?
As he was agonizing over this, he thought he heard footsteps outside the door…
"Knock knock knock~"
As there was a knock on the door, Satan Ye's voice came from outside. In her childish voice, she asked, "Mr. Ira, I'm so sorry the dinner disappointed you... I brought some snacks, are you free now?"
The Demon King? Why did you come in person?
"Please come in."
As Ira's voice rang out, Satan Ye's small body pushed open the wooden door. She held two bowls of sweet-smelling pastries in her hands and said, "I heard that the Empire likes sweets, so I asked Mr. Lem to make two desserts."
"..."
But Ira didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked towards the empty doorway, as if searching for something. Satan placed the two bowls of desserts on the table and asked in confusion, "Mr. Ira, what are you looking at?"
Where is Shirina?
"Ira asked that question."
"Huh?"
Satan Yeh made a puzzled sound, clearly not knowing why Ira asked that question.
"..."
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