After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

Chapter 11: Lazy Morning Court

When he opened his eyes, Ira saw that it was a ceiling made of stone bricks. After being stunned for a moment, he realized that he was now in the Demon King City… and he would stay there for a period of time to be the Demon King’s teacher.

However, before that, he needed to go to the morning court meeting.

It seemed that in every world, as long as it was related to the [King], there would always be things like morning court assembly. Perhaps this was the inevitability of history… No matter which country or era it was, it was similar.

The king always wanted officials to manage the country, and officials always needed more subordinate officials. Officials had their own duties and needed a time and place to gather and communicate, and communication often needed the king to make a decision.

Therefore, there would be things like the morning court assembly.

Creak…

As the room door opened, Ira looked up at Celina, who opened the door without knocking. The moment she met Ira’s eyes, she greeted, “Good morning, Mr. Ira. How did you sleep last night?”

“Not bad. Thank you for your concern.”

In response, Ira put on the coat beside him. As he sorted out his clothes, he instructed her, “After the meeting, please let Vera fix my coat.”

“To Miss Vera? She doesn’t look like she knows how to sew.”

Regarding Celina’s doubts, Ira, who had organized his decent clothes, replied simply, “Vera knows the [Textile Activation Spell]. It’s not difficult to repair clothes to their original state.”

Then why not change?

Celina hid such doubts in her mind. She took the initiative to lead the way and listened to Ira say, “Satan Leaf came to me alone with dessert last night. Pay attention to this.”

Ira’s original intention was to ask Celina to pay attention to the problem of royal etiquette, but she clearly misunderstood. She smiled and replied, “Do you mean figure control? The scarlet dragon race doesn’t have to care about figure control.”

It was clearly not referring to this! Did anyone in the Demon King City really care about things like [Demon King’s Prestige]?

With such doubts, Ira was led to the hall yesterday by Celina. Below the hall was the spatial gap connected to the [Demiplane Prison]. Such a design was actually quite dangerous.

Ira seemed to be the latest among all the subjects. He stood calmly in the far corner of the room and watched as Celina walked to the empty Demon King’s throne and waited for the arrival of Satan Leaf.

The number of leaders who came to the Demon King City was fewer than he had imagined…

A tall beetle-like Insectoid, a high-level vampire girl, a lich who had come from the Empire, a mutated slime chef, a succubus maid, a black-flame Headless Horseman, a construct, a royal Black Knight, a ghost girl with glasses, and five small fairies.

That was all.

Compared to the overwhelming officials of the Empire, it indeed looked much more down and out, but this might have something to do with most cities beginning to disobey the orders of the Demon King.

Moreover, he did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that everyone’s attitude was very relaxed… There were even chairs to sit on.

Just as Ira was thinking this, Satan Leaf walked down the stairs from the back with the help of two maids. She looked sleepy and said, “Yawn…”

Yawn?!

At this moment, Ira also deeply understood that the Empire was different from the Demon King City… If it was him, he would think more highly of the serious and strict Empire, but he had to admit that he liked the atmosphere on the Demon King’s side more.

“Eh? Mr. Ira doesn’t have a seat?”

Regarding Satan Leaf who asked this, Vera, who was sitting at the side with her legs crossed, smiled and said, “Ah, that guy must not be used to it. Just let him stand.”

—Why are you so carefree in Demon King City?

“Oh, oh, is that so?”

As she spoke, Satan Leaf found a little state. She sat up a little straight and did not continue to lean on the chair like soft mud. She said, “Everyone, do you have anything to report?”

—Shouldn’t Celina be the one to say this? Why did you say it yourself?

To Ira’s shock, the tall Insectoid was the first to start talking about the content he wanted to report… It was really a direct report without any prelude.

“On the battlefield fighting the Empire, the Empire’s attack has slightly eased. The main forces seem to be retreating from the main battlefield.”

As he spoke, the Insectoid glanced at Ira, who was listening, and continued, “Mr. Ira’s information is accurate. Our thousand-year war with the Empire seems to be ending here.”

“In fact, it’s not the end, but a temporary stop.”

Vera interrupted. Under everyone’s gazes, she said, “The price we paid is also extremely heavy. The area we control has shrunk by 20% compared to before the war.”

“…”

At this point, all the leaders looked at Ira because the defeat of the Demon King Army was caused by this man called Ira.

“Most of the traitorous races evacuated the battlefield almost immediately. A number of the races contacted us again and said that their previous offerings were delayed and will arrive in the next few days. This means that they’ll submit again.”

As the vampire girl spoke, she held stood under an umbrella and asked for Satan Leaf’s opinion. She said, “What do you think we should do with those rebellious fence-sitters?”

“Oh…”

Satan Leaf, who was deep in thought, looked at all the leaders present and waited for their opinion.

“Kill them. Kill those who resist. The rest will be slaves,” said the Insectoid.

“Then there’s no way out. The other traitors will treat us as enemies…”

The ghost glasses girl raised a different opinion.

“That’s true.”

The Insectoid replied and looked up, waiting for Satan Leaf to make a decision.

“…”

The others had no intention of speaking.

At this moment, Ira also felt what Vera meant by Satan Leaf not having an opinion. She was still hesitant until now and did not know what judgment she should make.

Vera winked at Ira for some reason.

“…”

In fact, Ira indeed wanted to say something, because… no matter how he looked at it, the only solution was to pretend that those races had never rebelled and express his understanding of their “submission”.

However, Ira should not speak now. His status was not suitable for that.

If Satan Leaf wanted to know his opinion and suggestions, she should wait for the meeting to end and ask him in a place like the imperial study. If it was a normal emperor, he would directly brush aside this topic.

“Mr. Ira, can you help me?”

“…”

“!!!”

Ira had forgotten that Satan Leaf was not a normal emperor, and the wording was actually “Help me?” Even if it was the worst, she should say something like “Minister Ira, what do you think?”?!

However… why?!

This felt a little new and different.