"Lotia, shall we camp here tonight and then reach the gnoll territory tomorrow night..."
Satan asked Lotia this question, and she hesitated before explaining her strategy, holding Lotia's waist as she rode on horseback, asking, "Then a night raid, how about that?"
"Your Highness, it's up to you to decide."
Lotia said this, but the only response she received was a sulking Satan.
"Hmm~"
Satan Leaf uttered a thoughtful sound, then said with a hint of complaint, "So, if it were Lotia, what would you do? Would you teach me all the choices like Ira did?"
Lotia paused for a moment, then continued marching, saying somewhat strangely, "Doesn't His Highness the Demon King resist Mr. Ira's teachings? To be honest, he really is a bit... long-winded."
Yes, Lotia could see it too. While Ira's teachings could be described as "exquisite," "meticulous," or "earnest," they were undeniably a bit long-winded.
Lotia herself didn't care, but she thought that the young Satan would find it annoying.
“That’s true, but… Mr. Ira is indeed a very good teacher.”
As Satanie said this, she quietly lay on Lotia's back and said, "I really enjoy listening to him talk about the purpose of his decisions, and I also enjoy listening to him talk about the possibilities. Perhaps I'm willing to listen to whatever Mr. Ira says."
Lothia's flames flickered at her words... Judging from the description, it had nothing to do with "teaching" at all.
Satan Ye tilted his head as he spoke softly, saying, "I can sense that he has never doubted that I can become a great king. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Mr. Ira seems to have already seen me as a very powerful king."
"I've doubted myself. I've thought more than once whether I'm suited to be the Demon King. Hmm, Lotia, what about you? Have you ever doubted me?"
Regarding Satan Ye's words, although Lotia wanted to say that she had never doubted Satan Ye, upon closer reflection, she did have some doubts. The moment the news of Faviginho's death was delivered, she naturally did have some questions.
Even she had doubts about whether Satan Ye could shoulder the heavy responsibility... No, at that time, it was too late to simply say "shoulder the heavy responsibility." Looking at the bigger picture, it was no longer enough for a powerful demon king to save the demon king's camp from its disadvantage.
As it turned out, Satan Ye couldn't turn the tide; after all, no one could have done it, and the outcome was already decided.
"Perhaps Xiao Hei and Hong Ke never had any suspicions?"
To Lotia's uncertain response, Satan nodded slightly and said, "Perhaps, but I certainly don't dislike Mr. Ira, no matter what."
It is an indisputable fact that Favignon died at the hands of Iraq. From a normal person's perspective, it is very strange that Satan and other leaders could get along with Iraq in this way.
Therefore, many leaders deliberately avoid bringing up the topic of the Demon King in front of Satan Ye.
But it seems there's no need for it.
“My father died honorably on the battlefield; everyone witnessed his battle with Mr. Ira. As he fell from the sky, he smiled and asked Mr. Ira to take his mana and keep fighting.”
Indeed, that was the case, and Ira fulfilled her promise to Faviginio... almost making humanity forget that the Crimson Demon Dragon was originally a monster species, not Ira's exclusive wing pillar, nor a monster harvester.
On the day her father died, Satanie cried incessantly, and naturally, she harbored countless resentments towards Ira, which no amount of good words her father said about Ira could change her mind.
The hatred that should remain will still exist.
However, on the day Satan officially became the Demon King, she had no energy left to hate. She was just very confused because she could not see any direction or possibility for the demons to win.
Satan Ye wasn't her father, so she couldn't get caught up in the battle. While that's debatable, her strength at the time didn't allow her to engage in combat... nor did national affairs permit it.
Hatred fades with time and shifts to those who are more worthy of hatred... The day I stop hating Iraq completely will be the day other territories begin to betray me.
After that, Satanye had come to terms with it.
Because that is the battlefield. If you go to the battlefield, you must be prepared to die. My father was prepared, and Ira was prepared in the same way. No one was despicable.
Lotia was somewhat dazed. So... Satan Ye had already let go of the past?
"So, can we set up camp now?"
Lotia shook her head at Satan Ye's words, her voice coming from where the helmet should have been: "Hmm, it's time to rest. Does Your Highness wish to announce it personally?"
There's actually no need for this, but it seems like Satan Ye really wants to issue a command.
"Slow down, prepare to set up camp!"
Satan responded loudly...
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"If it is on the battlefield, or when it is nighttime and vulnerable to attack, then we need to set up camp earlier, because we need to dig trenches, set up barricades, and build watchtowers."
Lotia sat by the fire, with Satan Ye listening attentively beside her. She continued her explanation: "But this kind of simple march, where we can catch the enemy off guard, is not necessary."
“In a normal war, our troops would be a very long line, so building these things is something the front-line troops need to do. The troops that arrive later don’t need to do this vanguard work, but they may need to keep watch for longer periods.”
"The location for setting up camp also needs to be found. It needs to be observed at dusk. You can't choose a low place or a high place that is too conspicuous. Once you are within a certain range of the target, you should not start a fire to cook."
"Whether it's the insectoid race, who don't need much sleep, or us headless knights or little black knights, they can actually choose to travel through the night and rest during the day. That way, they won't be so conspicuous."
"Furthermore, when setting up camp, we should arrange for night watch and patrols as Mr. Iraq did before, with rows of concentric circles extending outwards. In Mr. Iraq's words, it should be a nested military camp layout, and also..."
"in addition……"
As Satan listened to Lotia recount the knowledge points, she nodded to indicate that she was memorizing them... She was truly like a sponge, constantly absorbing the knowledge she needed, and rapidly advancing towards becoming a qualified king.
The pace was not fast, but it was very steady.
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