This is the concept of race.
As for the leaders of the various races within the Demon King's territory, those few I saw at the morning court earlier, no matter how you look at it, they don't seem like they'd rebel, so there's absolutely no need to worry about that.
At least Iraq felt that it was absolutely possible to let the people of Iraq endure this situation for the time being.
"It is indeed a very bad situation."
As she spoke, Sirina took the situation very seriously, saying, "I will report this to the Demon King. It seems that the formation of the hunting team needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible. I will explain this to everyone at tomorrow's morning meeting."
"I see."
As he responded, Lyme seemed to have thought of something, and he continued, "When can Mr. Ira's fertilizer be used? What will the harvest be like next quarter?"
Unfortunately, Shirina wasn't sure about the issue either. As she walked out of the kitchen, she replied, "I don't know, but the harvest next quarter... at the latest the quarter after that, will definitely be much better than it is now."
Hearing Shirina's words, Lem seemed relieved and said, "Thank Mr. Ira for me... no, I will thank Mr. Ira myself later."
"Should the entire Demon Lord's territory thank... Lady Ira?"
As Shirina stepped out of the kitchen, she saw Ira waiting outside. She was initially taken aback by her surprise, but then she resumed her maid's etiquette, bowing and asking, "Good afternoon, Lady Ira. Are you here to see Mr. Lem?"
No, I came to find you.
Ira said bluntly, "Let me touch your tail."
"..."
"Huh?!"
"No, that's not what I meant. Please give me some of your mana."
Amidst Shirina's slightly shy and surprised gasp, Ira calmly corrected her...
But actually, it's a bit strange to say it like that.
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