"They said, 'Even if it's just a wasteland, we must give His Majesty the Demon King the very best!'"
Anos sighed bitterly. "And with words like that, what could I say? I had no choice but to let them do it."
Illiya: "…"
You really do have it rough.
After hearing Anos's explanation, Illiya was momentarily stunned—but only for a moment.
What shocked him wasn't the farmland, but rather how much the demons truly doted on their king.
They were just cultivating a patch of land, and yet they went as far as to pave roads between fields using the same materials as the Demon Palace's flooring?
As someone who wasn't a demon, Illiya had to apologize—he truly didn't understand the demon race's way of thinking.
Were they afraid the Demon King might one day stroll through the fields on foot?
That thought alone almost made Illiya laugh.
In reality, he felt it made no difference whether they paved the roads or not.
