Chapter 015 (1/2)

Volume 1

The Simple Job of Only Perishing to the Hero Volume 1 Chapter 14

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The Eastern Commander Fainell, the Southern Commander Raktor, the Northern Commander Altejio.

The three people that received titles that would make them the rulers of their respective regions from Vermudol had surrounded the potato nabe with Vermudol.

……Even if it was called potato nabe, it was just the usual potato soup put into a large hot pot that was carved out of stone.

The pot was handmade by Ichika, and even the desk was just pieces of crumbled stone walls piled on top of each other.

However, customs of dinner meetings such as this generally didn’t exist among the Mazoku to begin with.

When offered the dinner meeting as if it were just a suggestion, Fainell and Altejio didn’t know how they should respond and were bewildered.

Since only Raktor was a happy-go-lucky fellow, he filled up plenty on the potatoes.

「The salt soup is pretty good, Demon King-sama.」

「U~n. But as expected, I’m getting a bit tired of it. I did have the Goblins start on agriculture though.」

「Ahh……so that was your doing, Demon King-sama.」

When coming to the Demon King’s Castle from the Dark Continent’s Southern Area, there was the need to pass through Agur’s Goblin Community that Vermudol had directly suppressed. There, Raktor saw fields that were growing something, and the figures of Goblins restlessly moving around.

「Ichika had discovered some wild Nilgiri tea, you see. I ended up having them try out growing it since it has high fertility.」

「Ahh, it’s because that stuff grows anywhere. Even the Goblins should be able to grow it.」

Nilgiri tea.

That was a vegetable similar to the so-called daikon. The section where the roots are have a crisp texture and is juicy even when raw, and is also delicious when simmered and eaten while freshly cooked. Furthermore, there were several medical efficacies in the leaves, and is extensively eaten among the Humans. Nilgiri tea is that sort of all-purpose vegetable.

Having an ephemeral way of life is what the traditional Majin did, but there were also other areas where the gourmet food culture such as this that the previous Demon King Gramfia had brought about was deep-seated and had remained.

The Human slaves that had once existed have already died out, but the remains of the fields that they cultivated had grown wild.

Also, the recipes were of the things that remained as well, and it was from there that Fainell and Altejio had made meals.

They had……but the fact that they were fundamentally feral children didn’t change for the most part.

This was also the case for other industries.

There was a tendency to depend on a portion of hobbyists that immersed themselves in things like attire and blacksmithing for the production and supply of various things.

The Mazoku nature of becoming strong individually that ran within them was catastrophic.

To begin with, the notion of the thing called family was extraordinarily thin among Mazoku.

This was a hazardous trait as a species, and there were also spots that need to be settled.

Vermudol saw that this thorough individualism of the Mazoku is what invited defeat the last time.

Because of that, to first arrange the subordinate Demon King Army was also the first step of cultural living.

After rebuilding the organization, he would introduce communal living and culture, as well as the concept of politics.

He would reform the present situation that had degenerated even further from the time of Gramfia that only took things.

There was no mistake that that would definitely raise the strength of the Mazoku species as a whole.

「……I see.」

Hearing Vermudol’s explanation, Altejio nodded.

Certainly, even Altejio relied upon a portion of hobbyists for things such as his equipment.

Therefore, if that sort of cultural lifelihood were to be arranged and things such as blacksmithing were to spread about in the Dark Continent in general, it would be convenient even for Altejio, and he was even able to understand that it was connected to strengthening the Mazoku as a whole.

「However, the Metalio are allies to humanity. Even if we were to train Beastia in blacksmithing, it would take a considerable amount of time……」

Metalio.

Aka, the Ore-man race.

That was the name of the race that excelled in the mining and manufacturing of metal and possessed bodies that were small yet tough.

At the time of the previous war, they supplied a large amount of famous arms to humanity including the Hero.

Not just that, it was said that there was even the figure of a Metalio among the Hero’s comrades that marched into the Dark Continent.

「Ahh, yeah. I’ve taken that into consideration.」

When Vermudol snapped his fingers, Ichika, who had disappeared before anyone knew it, had come along to the throne room bringing along a single man.

His height was shorter than average. Although his build was horizontally wide, he had a physique where his body was covered in tenacious muscles that wouldn’t lose to even to Raktor’s muscles. He had an amply grown beard, and strong eyes that had no intention of losing.

In that man’s hands, he carried a single sword.

「……This man is……?」

Fainell’s question was reasonable.

When Vermudol stood up and stood next to the man, he answered with a cheerfulness as if he were introducing a friend.

「He is Tekkuhagen, a Norm. The Norm oppose the Metalio……No, they are a race I created for the sake of winning.」

Create a race.