Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

"A troll gave a succubus spirit ring to a human disguised as a vampire. Hahaha, it's unexpectedly funny."

Hearing this, Ains curled his lips and chuckled a few times. You know what, considering the background of the two enemy races, the succubus and the blood demon, this operation is indeed full of flaws.

After laughing a few times, Finia lowered her head and said, "Mr. Irons, you can keep this ring. It will be of some benefit to you."

"Hmm?" Irons was slightly startled, turned his head to look at Finia's dragon pupils, and asked: "Finia, do you know the origin of this ring?"

"I know a thing or two." Finia bowed her head and explained, "This kind of silver ring is quite common among high-level succubi. It is considered a relatively practical magic weapon.

Its function is also very simple. It is generally used to store the excess vitality that the succubus extracts from other people, so that it can be used in case of accidents.

After all, vitality is very important to succubus. The succubus race can be said to be completely different from the vampires. The vampires are born with extraordinary blood-forming abilities and have endless vitality in their bodies.

However, succubi are born with a lack of vitality, and this situation will become more and more serious as they reach adulthood, so succubi must obtain the life energy needed for activities from other demons.

However, it is inevitable that a succubus will encounter special situations and be unable to find an object from which to absorb life energy.

Therefore, in order to be prepared for emergencies, some high-level succubi will prepare themselves this kind of ring that can store life energy.

The fact that the troll elder was able to stay with the refugee group until now despite being so old and frail is closely related to this ring."

After hearing the origin of the ring, Irons suddenly realized. No wonder the man, even though he was so old, could still travel such a long distance to this place. It seems that this journey has some unexpected gains.

After explaining the origin of the silver ring to Irons, Finia asked again: "Mr. Irons, you seem to hate that troll demon king?"

"Of course, I guess no one can like this ruler like the Troll Lord, right?"

"…Maybe, not necessarily. It is possible."

"Huh? Who?" Irons asked curiously.

"The Skeleton Demon Lord and the Troll Demon Lord are of the same ilk. They both treat their own kind as slaves and exploit them to the utmost.

The only difference is that the Troll Lord's people are made of flesh, they get hungry, thirsty, tired, and can't stand his oppression.

But the Skeleton Demons under the Skeleton Demon Lord will not be hungry, thirsty, tired, or feel pain. They will not sleep or rest, and will not die or live. No matter how he oppresses them, the Skeleton Demons can bear it.

So in terms of the degree of exploitation, the Skeleton Demons may be even more oppressive than the Troll Demon Lord. It’s just that the Skeleton Demon race can withstand it.”

"...It seems that most of the demons are really living in dire straits..."

"Well... only the Sirens live in deep waters and hot places. They are on the side of the Fire Demons. These two races can only be considered a small part..."

After hearing Finia's serious answer, Irons' expression was slightly awkward, and he explained: "Well, the 'dire straits' I mentioned were just a description."

"Ah...oh." Finia paused and nodded sullenly, but soon she made another suggestion.

This time, the dragon made a heavyweight proposal: "Since you hate the Troll Lord, Mr. Irons, I can fly fast and reach Troll Ridge in a few hours. How about we go and kill the Troll Lord directly?"

"Cough cough!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Irons, who was lying on Finia, burst into coughing, obviously frightened by Finia's fierce words.

Are all of you in the Demon Dragon Clan like this, never stopping until you say something shocking?

"Um... Finia, you don't have to be so extreme... Besides, the Troll Demon Lord is still a Demon Lord after all. It's not easy for the two of us to kill him..."

"Oh, Mr. Irons, are you worried that I can't beat you?" Finia's rough thinking, which was unique to the dragon clan, obviously didn't fully understand.

As if to prove her own strength, Finia raised her head and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Irons, the Troll Lord is the most shameful of all the Lords.

At best, it is just a regular eighth-level troll, relying on the troll's size advantage to bully beast-headed demons, demons, and imps of the same level.

But he is no match for slightly stronger races of the same level. Although I am not that strong, I have the strength of a top level eighth level.

Although I haven't taken action for a long time, the Troll King himself is also a lazy person. If I were at the same level, it wouldn't be difficult for me to kill him."

"..."

Hearing Finia's casual words about killing the Troll Lord, Ains fell silent.

At this moment, he really wanted to ask, Fenya, as a maid leader, is it really appropriate for you to have such a hardcore fighting power...

Irons obviously would not get carried away by Finini's momentary outrage. He asked directly, "Well, let's not talk about other things first. If the Troll Lord is really so weak, why don't other demons attack him?"

In response, Finia raised her head, pretending to be confident, and answered: "I don't know."

"..." You don't know why you are still speaking so confidently...

Ains sighed helplessly and said, “Don’t just look at the Troll Lord’s weakness, there must be a reason why he can gain a foothold in Troll Ridge.

Think about it, he must have subordinates, right? He must have personal guards, right? What level are those trolls? So, Fenya, think about it, don't get too carried away..."

"Hmm... I understand." After thinking for a moment, Finia nodded and said, "Group fight, huh? That's okay. We, the Demon Dragon Clan, are not afraid of any demons in a group fight.

I can ask my cousins ​​to help me now!"

"..."

I didn't ask you to think this way!

Chapter 119

100-year Outlook

"It's strange, why did Ains go out for so long today?" Margaret stood on the rooftop of the Demon King's Castle, looking at the familiar figure on the skyline that she hadn't seen for a long time, feeling inexplicably anxious.

Although, with Finia, an eighth-level top-level magic dragon, as his bodyguard, Ains can basically walk sideways in the Demon Realm, so Margaret doesn't need to worry too much.

However, Margaret always felt uneasy without Ains in the Demon Castle.

As long as Irons was by her side, Margaret felt that she had unlimited confidence and motivation, and everything she did had the most solid backing.

If developing the Demon Realm is like crossing a river by feeling the stones, then as long as she is with Irons, Margaret will dare to cross the river without feeling the stones.

Because she believed that Irons would help her put the stone under her feet!

However, after Irons was no longer around, Margaret's courage to try everything immediately weakened a bit, so much so that she felt a little absent-minded when handling official business.

Margaret worked at the desk in the dormitory for a long time. She didn't handle much official business, but she stared at the vase of flowers given by Irons for a long time without getting tired of it.

This vase of flowers, fixed by Ains's word magic, always retains the bright and full color as when they were first picked.

The miraculous magic of words captured the flower's most brilliant moment forever.

Margaret recalled what Irons said to her at the time: "I don't know what to give you, but every time I smell your fragrance, I think of roses, so I made this flower arrangement.

You don't have to worry about this potted plant withering, nor does it need any care, because I used word magic to freeze it at the moment it was picked. As long as my magic power lasts, this flower will always remain bright and fresh.

So...it actually has another function. If one day I am not by your side and you don’t know my situation, you can understand my condition through this potted plant.

If one day the dew drops from this flower fall, it means I might be in trouble..."

Margaret looked at every leaf, every fork of a branch, every petal of a flower, every drop of dew on a bud...

Irons went away for a while and the flower arrangement didn't change, but Margaret felt that the entire Demon King's Castle had become a bit boring.

So, Margaret, who was somewhat uninterested in government affairs, left the dormitory and took a walk in the Demon King's Castle with the idea of ​​relaxing.

As he was walking, he somehow came to the rooftop of the Demon King's Castle. He stared at the skyline in a daze, wondering when Ains would appear there...

Before, Margaret almost thought that the black falcons flying past were the returning Finia, but after seeing them clearly, she realized that it was all in vain.

For the first time, Margaret felt that these little creatures flying in the sky were so annoying. Here comes another black falcon. Tsk, it seems like it will shoot down all these birds...

Eh?

Just as Margaret was muttering to herself, she suddenly noticed that the shadow on the skyline that looked like a black eagle was actually getting bigger and bigger...

Margaret then realized that this was the person she had been waiting for!

Margaret's face suddenly lit up with joy, and she jumped up excitedly and waved to the dragon in the distance.

However, after a few swings, Margaret felt that such behavior was somewhat undermining her dignity as a demon king, so she immediately withdrew her hand with dignity.

No, it still won’t work. If Ains finds himself standing on the rooftop waiting for him, he will definitely ask!

Thinking of this, Margaret, with a hint of avoidance, bit her tongue, lifted her skirt, and quickly left the rooftop of the Demon Castle while Finia and the others were still far away. She walked all the way back to her bedroom, bent over her desk, pretending that she had been working hard.

As for Ains, after a while, Finia brought everyone back to the rooftop of the Demon King's Castle. When Ains jumped off the dragon's back, he looked at the empty rooftop and couldn't help scratching his head.

"Hiss... Was I seeing things just now? I remember I seemed to have caught a glimpse of someone on the rooftop, and she looked a lot like Margaret."

"Maybe you are dazzled, Lord Irons? Lady Margaret usually handles government affairs in the palace now."

Irons touched his chin, nodded and said without thinking too much, "Yeah...yes, I was far away at the time, so I might have seen it wrong."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Finia, who had transformed into a human maid costume again, and instructed: "Finia, send Raphael and the others away from the Demon King's Castle. I will go to Margaret's bedroom to talk to her about something."

"Yes, Master Irons."

After giving the instructions, Irons walked down the rooftop in a swift and decisive manner and quickly came to Margaret's bedroom.

He knocked on the door and asked, "Knock, knock... Margaret? It's me."

As soon as the voice fell, Margaret's lazy voice came from inside: "Come in~"

After pushing open the door, Irons saw Margaret, who was wearing an armpit-revealing evening dress, sitting with her legs crossed, leaning against the desk, looking at him with a lazy smile.

Margaret raised her red lips slightly, and muttered in a somewhat annoyed tone: "How many times have I told you that you don't need to knock on my door when you come to my dormitory? Why are you being so formal~"

Irons spread his hands and smiled, and replied: "Rules are rules. I can't give you special privileges just because I'm close to you. Otherwise, I'll be setting a negative example for others."

"Wu... There are no outsiders in such a private place. Can't you do whatever you want? No one is watching." Margaret pouted and complained somewhat unhappily.

Irons chuckled, walked up to Margaret, pinched her cheek, gently pulled it and reminded her: "It's okay to talk about this idea in private, but you are not allowed to say it to other people."

"Woo!"

Suddenly, Irons pinched her face, and Margaret blushed. She shook her head and turned away from Irons.

Staring at Irons' rather playful smile, Margaret turned her head and snorted coquettishly, saying: "Just start preaching... Why are you pinching my face... You are not allowed to pinch my face in front of other people! After all, I am a demon king!"

"Okay, okay~" Irons smiled slightly, stopped teasing Margaret.

Margaret looked unhappy, but in fact, she was already very happy with her eyes turned away.

Hehe~ Sure enough, my judgment was correct~ This guy Ains is not the serious old man he seems to be. In fact, he is just a shy guy~ He has a lot of little romantic things in his heart~

To deal with this kind of stuffy and coquettish person, it is indeed the most effective to play straight balls! Now the effect is showing. After Irons was completely let go, he teased himself one by one.

Hehe~ If I do some more bullying later, it will be a done deal~ Tsk, it's just a trick~

Irons obviously didn't have the ability to read minds, and had no idea that Margaret was currently thinking about how to destroy his chastity.

Of course, it didn't matter if he knew it. Anyway, he had already accepted Margaret's proposal. If he didn't do it now, he would definitely do it later.

However, teasing Margaret was just a side job. After teasing her, we still have to get back to the real business.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, Margaret. Now I want to talk to you about what's happening over at Troll Ridge."

"Troll Ridge? What happened there? Has the Doron army led by that woman Katarina already started attacking Troll Ridge?"

"Katerina, I'm not quite sure about her current situation..." Irons touched his chin and muttered, "I mentioned Troll Ridge because when I was mapping with Finia and the others today, I ran into troll refugees who had fled from Troll Ridge..."

As he spoke, Irons told Margaret what happened after he met the group of refugees.

Margaret was a quiet listener, with no expression showing any sadness or joy.

And judging from her attitude, it was obvious that she was no longer surprised by such things.

After listening to Irons's narration, Margaret said earnestly: "Ians, I actually know everything you said, so I said that the Troll Lord is a pure abstract thing."

"Yeah... I know." Irons nodded, and then said: "However, I still see two good news from it."

"Good news? What good news?"

"First, I saw from the group of troll refugees that they have a strong sense of patriotism. In other words, although they have left their homes, as long as they have the chance, they are still willing to return to the land where their relatives are buried.

So, if the situation in Troll Hill can improve, then the first wave of immigrants may be easier to gather than I thought.

Second... I think we can take this opportunity to promote the reform of the functions of the position of Demon Lord."

"Reform of job functions?" This was another phrase Margaret had never heard of before. She asked curiously, "What does it mean?"

"Margaret, don't you think that the current standard for the position of Demon Lord is too militaristic? This troll demon lord is a typical demon lord who has only military power but is actually incompetent.

How can such an Insect Demon King be allowed to rule such a large territory and such a large race?!

Therefore, the position of Demon Lord must be militarized in the future!"

Chapter 120