𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟎.𝟏: 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
“Beginning trade with humans?! Your Majesty! Have you lost your senses?”
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The oldest elder bellows, spitting in fury.
She’s a shriveled grandma.
A figure who seems to have been at the heart of the Demon Kingdom since the Human-Demon War five hundred years ago.
Known as the Starfall Maiden, it seems that she was an incredible beauty back in her day, around two hundred years ago.
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“I’m not losing my mind. It’s a political decision.”
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The Demon King, Ingral, waves his hand dismissively, ignoring the elder’s words.
His youthful face was clearly expressing that he was merely humoring the old woman, who had retired hundreds of years ago.
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“Have you forgotten the humiliation of our forefathers?!”
“Grandma, I intend to be a generous king and continue to do so.”
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The demon king narrows his eyes subtly.
The temperature in the office seemed to drop all at once, or so it felt to the old woman.
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“However, if you intend to object to my decision as king, I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Huh. . . . . . . . .”
“Can I interpret it as the will of rebellion? Grandma.”
“No, such thing. . . . . . . . .”
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With a choked voice, the old woman bows and leaves the office.
She must have finally realized.
The only reason the Demon King didn’t punish her was because he was simply honoring her as an elder, without any legal basis.
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If she was judged as a rebel, she would be publicly executed, like Güney who stole the castle’s treasure.
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“I wonder if this will change anything. That granny.”
“You scared her too much. It’s quite something for the old woman not to faint when glared at with the demon king eyes.”
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Milene, the secretary standing next to Ingral, pokes at the side of the Demon King’s head.
Something she can do because no one else is around.
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“So, about the road maintenance from the border to Milt, are you really going to do it?”
“If we don’t do it, we’ll fall behind.”
“But still. . . . . . . . .”
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The Demon General Grant’s ten thousand had just set off to intervene in the civil war in the Lintrite Kingdom.
The understanding for future trade has been secured from Count Doros, but isn’t it a bit too reckless to develop the territory of another country at this point?
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“If we’re talking about whether it’s reckless or not, it is. That’s obvious.”
“He’s up to something again. . . . . . . . . this man. . . . . . . . .”
“Anyway, no one will complain.”
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As they’re going to develop the Lintrite Kingdom’s territory, the complaints would naturally come from the Lintrite Kingdom.
It could even lead to a war.
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“But it’s a wonder. We’re already at war. Besides, the Lintrite Kingdom is going to disappear anyway. There won’t be any complaints.”
“What kind of logical acrobatics is that. . . . . . . . .”
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The speed of the finger poking the laughing Demon King increases.
Even though he was saying “ouch, ouch, ouch,” Milene didn’t care.
He wouldn’t reflect over just this.
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“Also, when Lintrite falls, a lot of refugees will be generated. The only place that can accept them is Gaillia. We need to prepare a place for them to work.”
“Is that Milt?”
“I think Lionel would think so.”
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The demon king grins.
That man would, he says.
He has such sharp political sense.
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“And, there’s Zachalant who is just as sharp. He probably already started. The road construction from Piran to Milt.”
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“. . . . . . . . . When I met you, I was impressed by your foresight. I’ve met two people who have made me feel that way this year. It reminds me of how vast the world is and how many talents there are.”
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Milene sighs, shrugging her shoulders.
Ingral, released from the poking attack, smiles thinly.
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“Should I take that as a compliment?”
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He says.
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The face of Lionel appearing on the screen seemed quite nervous.
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It’s no wonder.
This must be his first magical communication.
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He probably doesn’t know what to do.
Deciding so, Ingral took the initiative to break the ice.
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“It’s been a while. Lionel.”
“It moved?! It spoke?!”
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The reaction he received was larger than expected, making the Demon King involuntarily laugh.
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“Didn’t you receive a lecture about magical communication?”
“I did, but. . . Surely, your Majesty isn’t really inside this box? No one would enjoy such an elaborate prank, you know?”
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Ingral watched amusingly as Lionel knocked on the image, and went behind the communication device.
This technology was developed about three years ago, and the people who used it for the first time typically behaved just like Lionel now.
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“Are you satisfied now?”
“It feels like I’m being tricked by a ghost. Your Majesty is in Lisan San, right?”
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The idea of talking face to face with someone who’s more than ten days’ walk away.
Even though he had listened to the explanation properly, it was beyond his comprehension.
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“The technology of Masrur is astounding. This will also change the common sense of warfare.”
“It’s not something that can be carried individually. I tried placing it in Milt experimentally this time, but I wonder if it will withstand practical use.”
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The Demon King shakes his head.
He adds that the magical technology to send messages unidirectionally, in one direction, has been developed, and this is an application of that.
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Even that is a dream technology from a human’s perspective.
Lionel took a deep breath and regained his composure before facing the Demon King.
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“So, what did you want from me?”
“Ah, actually, I wanted to ask you to do a job.”
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Demon King Ingral grinned broadly.
As if he knew Lionel had a bad feeling about this.
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