Translator: Manga0205
The Eastern Commander Fainell, the Southern Commander Raktor, the Northern Commander Altejio.
……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.
However, customs of dinner meetings such as this generally didn't exist among the Mazoku to begin with.
Since only Raktor was a happy-go-lucky fellow, he filled up plenty on the potatoes.
「U~n. But as expected, I'm getting a bit tired of it. I did have the Goblins start on agriculture though.」
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.
「Ahh, it's because that stuff grows anywhere. Even the Goblins should be able to grow it.」
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.
The Human slaves that had once existed have already died out, but the remains of the fields that they cultivated had grown wild.
They had……but the fact that they were fundamentally feral children didn't change for the most part.
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.
To begin with, the notion of the thing called family was extraordinarily thin among Mazoku.
Vermudol saw that this thorough individualism of the Mazoku is what invited defeat the last time.
After rebuilding the organization, he would introduce communal living and culture, as well as the concept of politics.
There was no mistake that that would definitely raise the strength of the Mazoku species as a whole.
Hearing Vermudol's explanation, Altejio nodded.
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.
Metalio.
That was the name of the race that excelled in the mining and manufacturing of metal and possessed bodies that were small yet tough.
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.
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.
In that man's hands, he carried a single sword.
Fainell's question was reasonable.
「He is Tekkuhagen, a Norm. The Norm oppose the Metalio……No, they are a race I created for the sake of winning.」
Fainell and the others shuddered at those words.
However, for Fainell and the others that were born after the sorting of Mazoku was established, they weren't familiar with the idea of creating an entire race.
Because of this, they were surprised, and once again realized it.
「Tekkuhagen, take care of the explanation.」
Tekkuhagen drew the sword and displayed it.
The sword blade was steel blue, and reflected light and gave a dull shine.
「This was made with metal where iron and blood metal were mixed together at a ratio of 8 to 2. It is named Blood Iron, but I believe that it would be adequately fit for use even as the raw material for Magic Swords.」
It would be best to understand by likening a Magic Sword as the sword version of a "Magic Wand".
This is the common sense of this world.
First, with a normal sword, it would melt from being unable to endure the invocation of magic. On the other hand, if a wand is held, the physical attacks that were obtained through great pains can't be used. There were rings that could be used as catalysts for magic, but when compared to wands, their might was low. Therefore, the best choice would be Magic Swords, but Magic Swords are difficult to produce, and technical strength higher than the standard is required.
「Hmm. Isn't that good. Is mine also made with this?」
「I leave it to you.」
Vermudol handed the Blood Iron sword that he held in his hand over to Ichika, turned to the three generals, and showed a smile.
「Yes, Demon King-sama.」
「I command you, who is the Eastern General. I would like for you to make use of the fertile soil of the Dark Continent's eastern area, and contribute to the food supply policies.」
「For Southern General Raktor, I leave the command of the Norm and mine development, as well as the production of all sorts of arms that will accompany that to you.」
When the two confirmed that they consented, Vermudol turned to the remaining Altejio.
「……! I gratefully accept.」
The northern area of the Dark Continent wasn't suited for production activities.
「However, Demon King-sama. What'll we do about military affairs?」
Raktor knitted his brows at that reply.
The fact that that was the consensus of opinion of the three Four Cardinal Generals and not just Raktor could be adequately understood from the expressions of the other two.
「I have prepared a capable person perfect for the job……It should be about time for him to be coming by though.」
A cylinder of light rose from the magic circle that was rotating together with light, and once it settled down before long, a single man was standing at that spot.
「No, I didn't mind it.」
「……Let me introduce him. He is the Western General, Sancreed.」