The seafood in this world is actually quite similar to that on Earth. The thing called Purple Sea Spinach is actually somewhat similar to a sea urchin, except that its spines are soft, and it looks a bit like a rambutan.
"Reassign some of the succubus maids to... um, for beachcombing? Is that what you mean?"
While eating shrimp that resembled mudskippers, Satan Ye repeated Ira's suggestion. The aroma of the barbecue made her squint her eyes. She said, "Actually, Mr. Ira, you can just talk to Sirina directly."
Satan Leaf, its tail wagging wildly with glee, seemed to have reached the pinnacle of trust in Ira in a short time. It said, "As for requisitioning monsters, you can just tell the little fairies directly. You don't need to ask me every time..."
However, this is not because of Ira's special nature... or rather, it is not just because of Ira's special nature. What is special is Satanieh, the demon king who has a very poor understanding of rights and responsibilities.
"no!"
While eating seafood skewers, Ira spoke so seriously, and the other monster leaders present... yes, because Mr. Lem had told everyone that they were going to have a barbecue, everyone came, preventing the situation from turning into a scene of two people and a maid.
"Oh, oh, oh, there's nothing wrong with it~ Mmm, it's so delicious."
Vera interjected, holding a handful of skewers in each hand and showing Ira all her colleagues, saying, "Everyone does it this way, but nobody thinks anyone would be a threat to the Demon Lord."
Yes, quite the opposite of an empire, and even unlike anything else in the world... this might be a genuine fantasy kingdom.
“No need to worry, Sir Ira, we are aware of your goodwill.”
The construct leader who was eating kebabs, that is, the golem, said this... well, rather than eating kebabs, it would be more accurate to say that he stuffed grilled clam meat into his head and then decomposed it into mana for absorption.
In another sense, it can also be considered as "eating".
"Indeed, the Headless Horsemen's patrols do not require reporting, but even so, no one would think that the Headless Horsemen would be a threat to the Demon Lord."
As the headless knight in black flames spoke, it was the first time Ira had heard her speak, and the first time she had learned that the headless knight was a woman. In that case... she either had her chest bound, or her life had been so miserable that her breastplate did not need any special design.
The black flames that replaced the head were spinning and burning a piece of clam meat. This... could it be considered eating?
“I brought a junior with me, and I didn’t report to the Demon King… This is the Demon King’s territory, so there’s no need to be as restrained as in the Empire.”
The enormous, bipedal beetle-man said this, while the little spider girl he had brought along for the barbecue looked up curiously, not quite understanding why her uncle and his colleagues were talking about her.
"..."
Indeed, having a barbecue together... really feels like a family meal, even a meal with the closest family members who don't need to be polite.
Having understood this, Ira didn't know what to say. He ladled out a bowl of soup made from shellfish that looked like clams and instinctively scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to Satan's lips.
"Awoo~"
Demon King...
Isabella watched calmly as Satan Ye contentedly drank the clam chowder. He still didn't know what to say; this had happened before... Sometimes Isabella would question him, "Can't you stop teaching me? Can't you just let me do it myself?!"
He would only remain silent and then use official business to cover up his private affairs—that is, to tell Isabella the answers to the new round of questions like "Why do I do XXX?" and "What are the benefits of implementing XXX?"
Because Isabella is the queen, and Ira cannot and does not want to act beyond the queen's authority.
"There are plenty of shellfish resources around the Demon King's territory, and there hasn't been any large-scale collection before, so we can proceed with the operation without worry. Are there any little fairies willing to lead this task? We can just call on some low-ranking demons."
As Ira asked this, the five little goblins, their faces glistening with oil from eating, looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the goblins volunteered and flew over, saying, "I'll do it!"
Because she had no other fairies to help her, she spoke very briefly.
Ira looked at the little fairy standing on the table, gently picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said, "Then, Sirina, persuade two or three succubi who can use wide-range charm and whose charm can penetrate a certain thickness of sand to help her."
Sylina: "Yes!"
"..."
Shirina's lips twitched. Because Ira's tone implied a strong sense of "command," she subconsciously replied in the way she used to answer the former Demon King, saying something to ease the awkward atmosphere: "What I mean is, leave it to me!"
This makes things much more normal, and it is precisely because of this that Iraq doesn't really like giving orders.
"Then it's decided. We need to remind the goblins to be careful of the rising tide and the monsters that may appear on the beach. Any seafood that is too small can just be thrown back into the sea."
As Ira said this, she wiped the oil off the little goblin's mouth.
"Mission accomplished!"
The little fairy who had said that happily flew back to the other little fairies, and then there was a burst of envious chatter because Ira had helped wipe her mouth.
"Why throw the smaller ones back? No, I'm just curious, I don't mean to question you."
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