"Let's make an assumption first. Suppose the duchy accepts those races... let's take the kobolds as an example. What would the Duchy of Hazard gain? Satanieh, think carefully about what the duchy would gain?"
As Ira said this, he asked Satan, who was sitting upright, and after thinking for a moment, she answered uncertainly, "We got...we got the kobolds."
Ira was naturally dissatisfied with Satan's answer.
Vera, who was bored to death, wondered why she had to suffer in the study as well. She changed her sitting position and slid down limply, almost lying on the chair.
Ira wrote the word "Duchy" on a piece of paper on the table, pointed to it, and said, "If the kobolds are going to join the Duchy, then how do the Duchy see the kobolds?"
"First, let's start with the simplest qualitative analysis..."
As Ira spoke, she wrote and lectured Satan Ye, saying, "First, the reason for leaving the Demon King's territory: why would the kobolds join the Duchy in their eyes?"
Satan Ye thought for a moment, then answered uncertainly, "Because I'm afraid of being purged by the Demon King."
That's certainly one of the reasons, but that's not what Iraq was going to say...
"Indeed, let's talk about this first~"
As Ira spoke, she drew a line between the Kobolds and the Duchy, saying, "In the Duchy's eyes, the Kobolds will be dealt with by the Demon Lord's territory. In other words, if the Duchy wants to use the Kobolds, it must consider the Demon Lord's attitude."
After pointing to the Demon Lord's Territory and the Duchy, Ira said, "The Duchy doesn't know what the Demon Lord's Territory's attitude is towards the kobolds... What if the Demon Lord's Territory desperately wants to kill the kobolds?"
"With the border friction between the duchy and the empire becoming increasingly intense, war is only a matter of time. The duchy that adopted that strategy hopes to recruit some wandering demons, thereby making a good impression on the Demon King and forming an alliance."
As Ira spoke, he quickly wrote down the following: "[Prince's National Policy: Befriend other races and resist the Empire], explaining, "If they don't care about the Demon King's attitude, it would contradict the national policy."
"..."
Satan Ye listened blankly, her mind racing as she processed Ira's story... Although it was all rather basic, listening to it directly gave her the feeling that Ira was intellectually crushing her.
Sitting next to Satanye, Sirina seemed to understand. The other leaders were all much older than Satanye, and they would understand many things with just a gentle reminder.
But Satanie is different; she needs a long period of study.
This time, it wasn't Ira giving meaningless lectures. He didn't talk about anything related to "emperors," and as someone who believed in teaching according to aptitude, he knew that Satan-yeh didn't need that kind of education.
However, you still need to know some of the most basic policy logic—you may not know how to solve a linear equation in two variables, but you should at least know how to add and subtract numbers up to ten, and you should at least be able to read. This is the most basic principle.
Meanwhile, Vera had completely slumped onto the table, yawning boredly and secretly complaining to herself: "What a nagging woman. If I were Isabella, I would go crazy too."
Vera, so casual, peeked under the table and saw six legs... long, straight legs in trousers, sitting so formally—it was clearly Ira's.
The overlapping black stockings, with their perfectly proportioned plumpness, must be Shirina's succubus legs... If she were a distant cousin of the succubus, the Night Demon, then her beautiful legs would be replaced by furry goat hooves.
Vera didn't like that kind of aesthetic.
The fair and delicate white silk-clad legs next to her clearly belonged to Satan Ye. Satan Ye had similar dressing habits to Isabella, but had a different style... After all, Satan Ye wore a skirt, while Isabella usually wore a robe.
Vera stared at it in that pose, looking like a female psychopath.
...
"The unknown attitude of the Demon King's territory towards the kobolds is only one of the reasons why the duchy is unlikely to accept the kobolds. I am using the kobolds as an example to refer to all the territories that are preparing to defect to the duchy."
As Ira said this, he was referring to "firstly," so there must also be "secondly," he said: "and then there's the impression I've been meaning to mention."
As he spoke, Ira tapped on the [Kobold], unsure whether Satan Ye, who appeared thoughtful, understood anything. He said, "From the Duchy's perspective, the kobolds are considered..."
Ira was still speaking in such detail when, in that instant... he felt his leg being touched.
"brush!"
With that sound, Ira sat up abruptly. He took a step back and stared in surprise at Vera, who was lying under the table. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say... His mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, but he didn't know how to start.
Finally, all the words were condensed into one sentence—
Are you sick?
Ira questioned Vera, but Vera had already turned her gaze and sinister hand toward Sirina and Satan, and before they could react, Vera had successfully taken advantage of them.
"Huh!"
"Hmm..."
Satan and Sirina quickly got up and stared at Vera, who was playing a prank under the table... She had a satisfied expression on her face and was rubbing her hands together as if comparing the textures.
"You're not a child anymore, why are you still playing pranks like a little kid?!"
Faced with Ira's frantic questioning, Vera, having received the key phrase, instantly hardened her fist, then deflated it in 0.000002 seconds. She shrugged indifferently, looking up at Ira and saying, "Well, well, well, because I'm bored~"
"But……"
Satan Ye said weakly, patting her leg where she had been touched earlier, and looking at Vera warily, "Miss Vera came along by herself..."
Huh? Is that so?
Vera thought to herself, tilted her head, and then realized that it seemed to be true. She coughed and said, "Ahem, anyway, it's all Ira's fault. We'll just listen to you, right? Why are you babbling on and on? Be careful Satan Ye doesn't hate you!"
Amid Vera's alarmist pronouncements, Satan immediately shook his head, indicating that he did not dislike Ira.
"..."
Iraq understands the logic, but...
Ira: "Then why did you touch my leg?"
Vera: "Just doing it, just doing it~"
Finally, Vera was thrown out of the study by Ira like a kitten being grabbed by the neck.
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"Ah, how rough, Ira~"
Vera rubbed her bottom and stood up, watching Ira walk back to the study, and complained to herself.
...
The governor is really outrageous; he can't even scrape off a single dandruff flake from his leg. We'll have to think of other solutions.
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