Fairies were very interesting demonic creatures. They looked like palm-sized elves with insect-like wings, but they were indeed genuine demonic creatures and not subhumans like the orcs.
Their ability to work together as a team was so powerful that it made people wonder if the fairies were telepathic.
They would listen to instructions and not lie. They were serious and did not have any selfishness. If necessary, they could be extremely selfless and have very good patience and enthusiasm for taking care of crops and animals.
It was indeed a rare good workforce.
However, their hatred for humans was engraved in the blood of the little fairies. Even human children with no ill intentions would always be pranked by the little fairies.
Clearly, it was the nobles' fault again.
If humans did ten things that disgusted the other races, eleven or even twelve of them were related to the nobles, and they were really not wrong…
Although there were indeed good nobles and even most ordinary nobles, there were definitely many nobles with problems in their heads. This portion of nobles could discredit the impression of humans in the entire world.
However, the fairies' attitude towards Ira was quite good.
"Lord Ira…"
"The feces pool is…"
"Preparing to build…"
"Street feces…"
"Is also gathered…"
"It stinks…"
"How long will it take?"
Regarding the questions about the fairies, Ira, who was flipping through a book in his room, looked up and said, "I saw it earlier. Next, add plant ash, straw, and dead leaves and stir them every day until they become dry and smelly soil."
The efficiency of the demonic creatures in the Demon King's Territory was very good. Only a night had passed since the order yesterday, but the feces on the street had already been gathered a little further away from the farmland and piled into a smelly mountain.
Perhaps this was the value of those subjects who were called "slaves" in the Demon King's Territory. There was almost no need for anyone to whip and urge them, nor was there anyone to do anything sneaky. The matter had already been completed.
Those so-called "slaves" might be happier and more comfortable than many citizens of the Empire.
"Yes!"
"Thank you, Lord Ira!"
"Thank you very much!"
"Let's go!"
"Time to work!"
Facing the fairies who were talking at once with no obvious gap between their sentences, Ira chuckled and pushed the things on the table forward. He said, "Wait, eat some snacks before going to work, okay?"
What was pushed over by Ira were five small milky-white square snacks. There were exactly five fairies here, and one per person was just enough.
"What's this?"
"I've never seen it…"
"Smells good…"
"But we…"
"Still need to work…"
Although they were about to drool, they were still prepared to go. Ira picked up a small spoon and inserted it into the bouncy snack. She said, "This is pudding, the first sweet version of pudding in the world."
"Help to evaluate the taste? This can't be considered slacking."
Ira said this. When he had gone to the kitchen last night to find something to eat… Yes, he had gone to the kitchen anyway. It seemed that it made sense for Celina to arrange his room here.
Last night, Ira had found agar, a seaweed extract used to make wine in this world. Agar was the key to the birth of modern pudding in his previous world.
This world had pudding. It was a food similar to blood sausage. In other words, it was sausage processed from blood, meat, fat, oats, and bread. It was salty and sounded strange, but it tasted quite good.
"Is that so?"
"Then…"
"We'll…"
"Try it…"
As they spoke, the little fairies flew to the table in excitement. They picked up the small spoon that they used like a shovel and dug out the milky pudding to taste.
"Wow…"
"So sweet…"
"It's delicious…"
"So bouncy…"
"…"
Looking at these fairies who had begun to discuss at once and not start to speak like multiple words as a whole, Ira chuckled and shook his head, continuing to read the sheepskin book in his hand.
This book was about the history of the scarlet dragons. It roughly explained how the ancestors of the scarlet dragons maintained themselves under the corruption of the demons and how they were completely corrupted by the rejection of the dragons.
Ira could not guarantee the authenticity, but he could indeed find all traces of the past.
"…"
After eating the little pudding, the elves did not chatter. Instead, they looked at Ira, who was quietly reading in the sunlight shining from the window… For some reason, they felt that the human in front of them was very beautiful.
He was handsome, spoke gently, was kind, and did things very gently.
"Hmm? You're done eating? Then please help me give these puddings to the various leaders, including Celina, the Demon King, and the people I saw previously… Hmm, just give them to everyone at the meeting yesterday."
Ira displayed the pudding in small boxes at the side. He watched as the five fairies carried all the pudding up in one go and instructed, "Send the excess to the maids, footmen, and fairies in the Demon King City and say that it's a reward from the Demon King."
"Alright!"
"Alright, alright!"
"Thank you, Lord Ira."
"Let's go."
"Goodbye."
The little fairies looked petite, but their strength was comparable to an ordinary citizen of the Empire, so it was easy for each little fairy to carry dozens of puddings.
It was normal to give the little pudding developed to future colleagues, and his subordinates did not need to know who Ira was, so Ira did not need to build a good relationship with them.
However, Satan Leaf needed the respect of the servants. In that case, the servants would talk less about it. This was very necessary for a Demon King.
Swoosh…
The wind blew in through the window and flipped the heavy parchment that Ira had half-flipped. The wind flipped half, and Ira flipped the rest.
Such clear weather was relatively rare in winter, although the physical fitness and heat tolerance of the people of this world did not especially care about the weather.
However, Ira, who was reading, felt that he had forgotten something.
...
Right, if it was the little fairies, they would probably say something to the servants like "Lord Ira made the pudding and let us give the excess to you. He asked us to say that it was bestowed to you by the Demon King."
The fairies would definitely mention Ira, because…
"Do little fairies know how to lie?"
Ira, who was muttering to himself, fell into a long thought.