I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

Putting the passed bill aside, Camisia began to read the next document in her hand.

"Yes, and then the next thing is about the slum issue you mentioned some time ago."

"Have Camisia and Dean figured out a solution?"

Since I couldn't think of any good solution, I just briefly explained the matter to Dean and let Dean and Camisia discuss a solution.

"Well—Dean and I believe that violent expulsion is not the best solution. Although we chose tough measures when we were in the Western Demon Territory, if we were to use the same method now, it would probably undermine your image of kindness in the outside world. Therefore, Dean and I both believe that a softer approach should be used."

"Mercy... is softer..."

Not knowing where to start complaining for a moment, Ella could only pretend to be indifferent and push the brewed tea in front of Camisia.

Camisia was surprised for a moment and almost stood up from her chair.

"How can I let you, Princess, make tea for me? This is my job!"

"Eh? No... It's all Camisia talking all the time. Isn't it tiring?"

The reason why I made tea was because I saw my subordinates working but I couldn't do anything, so I simply wanted to make myself look like I was working hard.

"If Dean knew about this, he would definitely make fun of me—"

"Then let's not tell Dean. This is special."

"Princess-sama...especially..."

Camisia lowered her head and covered her face with the documents, revealing only her purple eyes filled with happiness.

[It’s Camisia after all. 】

Ella scratched her cheek helplessly.

"What was the final outcome of the discussion?"

"Ah! The final result is to round up the troublemakers there and educate them—not in the ordinary sense, but to make them realize your greatness, Princess. Through repeated education, a hierarchy will be established, and differential treatment between the ranks will encourage them to develop in a positive direction. If Princess allows, you can even select the most loyal ones to become their leaders, and then have the leaders obey you to achieve the goal of eliminating the danger. Of course, they don't have to obey your orders, as that would cause you more trouble. You can indirectly establish an intermediary to act on your behalf."

“Wow… isn’t this brainwashing…”

I had thought of a similar plan when I first left the slums, but I didn't tell Dean and Camisia because I felt it was too bad at the time. Unexpectedly, it was put on the agenda again by coincidence.

Camisia, in a rare moment of seriousness, denied Ella's statement.

"No, Princess, this isn't some evil method like brainwashing. What I just said is simply a necessary measure to give them a new lease on life. They will undoubtedly be more grateful for this than if I had banished them to another place or imprisoned them."

“That’s right…”

But it doesn't seem to be getting any better.

Ella frowned in embarrassment.

In my opinion, it would be better to choose other options, but the current difficulty is that there is no second option. Camisia and Dean's approach is already the best strategy. To deny it without thinking of a better way or being able to point out the fault is to find fault, to put it bluntly. Only an incompetent boss would do this.

[Emotional denial... Is this also the difference between the two worlds? Judging from Camisia's expression, this seems to be a gentle approach. No, I can't use Camisia as a reference in this matter, but I always feel that others will say that this approach is too kind? Hmm - I'd better pretend that I don't know about this and leave it entirely to Camisia.]

After clasping her hands together and saying sorry in her heart, Ella left everything to Camisia to handle. For an amateur like herself, it was better to interfere as little as possible. Difficult tasks should be left to capable people - this was definitely not an attempt to evade or shirk responsibility, hmm.

However, it is worth mentioning that Ella did not forget to explain that the group of people who maintain order in the slums should be divided into good and bad people even when solving the problems in the slums.

After explaining the relevant matters, Ella glanced at Camisia carefully. Camisia didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, but turned the document in her hand to the next page.

"Is there anything else, Camisia?"

"Well, here's what you were talking about two days ago, about raising bees and river fish."

"Huh? Has Camisia finished it yet? You must be busy lately."

I originally thought that Camisia would deal with this matter after the coronation ceremony was over and the envoys had left.

As if treating a piece of handicraft that would break at the slightest touch, Camisia carefully held up the teacup with both hands before answering Ella's question.

"Compared to the Princess's tireless efforts to personally investigate the labyrinth, my subordinates' efforts are far from enough."

"Well……"

I just discovered it by chance. The breeding industry in this world is very backward. Apart from large livestock, things like honey and fish almost all rely on nature. That's why I suggested to Camisia to breed bees and river fish.

"According to your instructions, I have designed a preliminary sketch of the beehives and fish pond. Please review it."

After receiving the document from Camisia, Ella took a quick look at it. Although she didn't know what it was like in the original world, the result that Camisia handed her now could definitely be called a finished product.

“Even if I were to take a look, I wouldn’t be able to see any problem…”

Ella could only nod, pretending to understand.

"Hmm, it's Camisia after all."

"Did you pass? That's great..."

Camisia was visibly relieved and continued to add.

"This is just a preliminary design. I will further refine it later."

"Well, I'll leave it to Camisia."

"Please rest assured, Princess."

Feeling an indescribable sense of guilt, Ella lowered her head and looked at Tila who was sleeping on the balcony table.

"Oh, that's right."

As if remembering something, Ella clasped her hands together with a snapping sound and stood up from the chair.

"Princess, have you remembered anything?"

"Well, due to some unexpected events last time, I wasn't able to give the item to Dean. Now it's the same as giving it to Camisia - come over here first."

Ella walked out from behind the desk and came to the empty space on the balcony. She turned her back to Tila, waved to Camisia, and then poured out all the things that had been prepared in the storage at once.

Ping pong

The sound of gold coins colliding, the sound of magic props knocking together, the sound of crystals interweaving, countless sounds instantly filled the entire house.

"Wu-huh? Did I fall asleep?"

Tila, who was woken up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, but when she saw Camisia standing next to her, her face was instantly filled with panic.

But Camisia did not have the energy to answer Tila's question. The various dazzling treasures that piled up to the ceiling and were still growing, about to overflow the balcony, were about to subvert Camisia's imagination. Even she, who often went in and out of the national treasury, could not help but be shocked - it was precisely because she often went in and out of the national treasury that she understood the value of these things in front of her.

All the gold coins were products of the Demon God era. The lowest-level magic cores were only the size of a fist. Some were even so large that they took up half of the room. If they were directly detonated, they might blow up the entire capital. The magic props that popped up were all types that Camisia had never seen before, ranging from porcelain that looked like handicrafts to arrows, necklaces, and rings. In comparison, the gold coins of the Demon God era were not worth mentioning at all. Those magic props were at least above the Crimson Gold level.

After realizing that the pile of treasures before her, which would make countless people jealous, was still growing—it was about to overflow from the balcony, and the wooden door on the other side was also creaking and groaning—Camisia immediately cried out in surprise.

"My Lord, Princess, please stop!"

“Eh? Ah…”

Stopping the act of dumping the warehouse, Ella turned around in the remaining crowded space.

"Um... these are for the national treasury. If needed, Camisia, feel free to use them. I don't think there's enough space here. The rest can wait until we get to a larger warehouse later."

"And what's left? Princess, what exactly did you do?"

What is certain is that even if the treasure houses of the Divine Clan and the Holy Academy were looted, there would not be so many oversized items.

"I'll tell Camisia later. Anyway, leave this to Camisia to handle properly. And don't tell anyone else that this is something I gave you."

"Is it a secret from the princess that cannot be told to others? I know."

Taking a deep breath to calm her disordered breathing, Camisia placed her right hand on her chest and bowed deeply to Ella.

"Um... aren't you here to punish Tila?"

Only Tila, who was unaware of the situation, looked at Ella and Camisia with a look of trepidation.

Ella simply reached out and patted Tila's head gently.

"No? Tila has already tried very hard."

“Is that so… That’s great…”

Feeling the relaxation in Tila's body, Ella couldn't help but smile.

This very adult-feeling approach seems to work surprisingly well.

Chapter 40: Conversation

*Genesis 6187 August 10th, 4:47 PM, Eastern Demon Baron Gamar's Residence

Although guards must stay by their employers during the day, Grace is now walking leisurely on the street. The reason is not other than that Ella ordered him and Linglan to have free time in the afternoon. Although Linglan looked reluctant, it was a good thing for Grace, as it would make him more relaxed. Therefore, he could not understand Linglan's thoughts at all.

"Even if the Demon Lord does treat his subordinates well, he shouldn't be acting like that. But Linglan has always been a bit strange, so it makes sense that he'd want to work so hard, right?"

As far as Grace could remember, she had never had any contact with Linglan before, but Linglan had always looked at her with disgust and even a hint of murderous intent. The feeling that gave her goosebumps all over her body was really unsettling.

"But it's incredible that the Demon King would actually give his guards a break."

For ordinary guards, not having to stand guard at night is already a very good treatment, not to mention that they can rest during the day. If they tell others about their current salary - thirty gold coins a month - people who come to respond to the call will definitely line up from the east gate to the west gate. Maybe there will be the type of people among them who can defeat them with a wave of their hands.

Thinking of this, Grace felt a sense of disobedience.

Why would the Demon King choose someone like him? There were many warriors superior to him, not to mention that he was a human. You know, the reason the Demon Guards, the envy of countless demons, didn't recruit outsiders was primarily to eliminate spies who might harbor ill intentions towards the Demon King.

And now, he had become a personal bodyguard as a human. Although Grace was not quite clear about the official title and the status it represented, personal bodyguards were undoubtedly more respected than ordinary guards in the demon clan.

No matter how I thought about it, it was incredibly strange. Why would the Demon Lord choose someone as insignificant as me? Just look at another guard, Linglan. Not only did he possess a high status, but his rank had even reached the realm of a quasi-hero, a figure that a mere level 26 civilian like me couldn't possibly compare to. Even someone like him was willing to become a guard, so why would someone as insignificant as me be chosen?

For a moment, cold sweat began to appear on Grace's head. He felt like he had become a puppet at the mercy of others, and everything was under the control of others.

Grace stopped and ignored the curious looks from passers-by on the street.

"Impossible. If my identity was discovered, why didn't they order my execution?"

Even Grace, who was not very smart, knew that her and Baron Gamar's actions constituted treason. Once discovered, they would be executed. So as long as she was still alive, it proved that the devil had not discovered her and her group's actions.

So why did the devil choose me?

It was totally incomprehensible. If he said that he was outstanding, it was probably only because he reached level 30 at the age of 26. But in comparison, taking Linglan as an example, with that abnormally young appearance, he would definitely not be more than 24 years old, while Linglan's level was ridiculously in the quasi-hero realm. If he was compared to the stars, then Linglan was undoubtedly the bright moon. Although there were not many people stronger than him in the Demon Territory, they were definitely not impossible to find.

Grace felt as if an invisible hand was hovering over his heart. The huge pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He subconsciously put his hand over his chest and took deep breaths.

"Let's discuss this with Lord Gamar."

While thinking about these things, Grace slowly raised her head and found that she had unknowingly walked to the door of Gamal's house - a dilapidated house that was completely out of tune with the surrounding buildings.

After calming down, Grace followed the route she remembered to the basement room of the mansion as usual. Perhaps because no one had funded the mansion recently, there were no servants in the mansion and the corridor was filled with a dead smell.

Grace walked down the damp-smelling staircase and arrived at the basement room, where she knocked gently on the door.

"Lord Gamar, it's me."

"Oh, it's Grace, come in."

The voice sounded very energetic, and Grace couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In the Holy King Council, Gamal was the one with the poorest family background. He could only rely on his servants to collect wild vegetables for a living every day. Having a bowl of stewed noodles was like celebrating a festival. Therefore, every time Grace came, she would worry that Gamal would collapse due to physical reasons.

Pushing open the door, with the help of the light cast from the ceiling - not a magic lamp or an oil lamp, but sunlight. In order to save as much money as possible, Gammar dug a one-meter-wide hole between the ground and the basement, which can be used for ventilation and as a light source. As long as the hole is blocked with wooden boards on rainy days, there will be no problem. It is probably a smarter approach.

Without looking back at Grace, Gamal focused his attention on his hands moving up and down. He was probably weaving a bamboo basket, Grace thought. He had seen Gamal selling handmade bamboo baskets to make a living. He was only in his forties but looked old. Grace couldn't help but feel sad.

"It's still daytime, Grace, why are you here?"

"It's already afternoon, Lord Gamar."

Grace bowed respectfully to Gamal, who had his back turned to her.

"afternoon?"

Gamali paused for a moment and put down the bamboo strips he had cut.

"Of course I know it's afternoon, but it's still daytime. As a guard, how can you leave the one you're protecting without permission?"

"Well... the Demon King only lets me take care of the guard duties in the morning, so I can do my own things in the afternoon."

"During the day? Have I started to doubt you?"

"No, I don't think so, because another guard, Lingran, the leader of the Western Demon Lord's Guard, is the same as me."

"Tsk, there must be some reason for this. Maybe the Demon King is going to do something she doesn't want you to see. Have you asked about her activities this afternoon?"

"The Demon King seems to have been staying in the castle all afternoon, and in the morning she and her friends would enter the labyrinth."

"They've been staying in the royal city this whole time. They must be plotting something in secret. Besides that, what are they doing when they go deep into the labyrinth?"

Because Gamal turned his head, Grace was able to see Gamal's face. Although the light was very dim, Grace could still see the wrinkles and bags under his eyes, especially the deep sunken and black eye sockets. Combined with his thin body and slightly graying dry hair, his whole body gave off an atmosphere that he would fall down at any time.