"What is it, your highness?"
"What are the solutions you've tried?"
"We've contacted the Empire of Alchemy, and they are currently experimenting with potions to try and see if we could combat the illness that every miner gets,"
These idiots…
"Have you ever thought of any other solutions? Have you ever tried to figure out why the miners are falling sick?" I asked the emperor, who looked cluelessly at me.
This is the fault of magic. It has made them too lazy to try and actually use their brain for things other than war and domination.
"Use wind mages to circulate the air inside the mines, and that will completely fix the problem," I say before gesturing for the empresses to come near me.
They all run in my direction before kneeling below me.
"You are dismissed," I wave off the emperor, who quickly obeyed my command.
"As you wish," He replied.
