Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

She couldn't explain what this feeling was.

There is regret for the loss of food, and also gratitude for... the brave?

After all, without Ronan's reward, she wouldn't have been able to produce even a single pound of wheat.

Damn it, something must be wrong. Why is it gratitude?

I should hate him, hate him for taking away the freedom of the demon race.

Todd frowned, filled with confusion, and quickly left.

……

At the granary, Ronan completed the harvesting of the grain.

Both Mahat and Solitaire wore expressions of unspeakable heartache.

Ronan naturally understood why they were behaving this way.

However, he seemed unconcerned, speaking casually and nonchalantly:

"Don't be upset, Solitaire, I did all this for your own good."

“Think about it carefully. If your total production this quarter is 200 tons, after I take 91%, you will still have 18 tons left.”

"But if the total output is 300 tons next quarter, then you will only have 27 tons left."

"The quarter after next, 400 tons, 36 tons remaining."

"Eighteen tons might lead to starvation, but what about thirty-six tons?"

"Keep it up, Solitaire. Don't blame me for being heartless, I'm just trying to help you guys. Pressure is what motivates us to keep going."

"Then I really thank you." Solitaire was speechless.

You didn't mention a word about the fact that you collected 364 tons of grain from 400 tons of grain.

So, the more work you do, the more you get exploited, right?

Thinking of this, Solitiel felt a tightness in her chest.

I shouldn't have proposed lowering the grain collection rate by 1%.

This isn't just a reduction in food supplies; it's a reduction in her life.

She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and despite feeling incredibly upset, she forced herself to reply:

"Thank you for your help, hero. On behalf of all the demons, I thank you."

"From now on, we will work even harder and strive to break through 400 tons in production as soon as possible."

Mahat on the other side couldn't take it anymore.

Despite his almost nonexistent empathy, Solitaire's insincere words, which denigrated the dignity of the demon race as nothing more than dirt, still left him feeling quite uneasy.

We're starving, how can we have the strength to work?

I was just about to remind Solitaire not to set unrealistic goals so early.

But at that moment, Ronan glanced at him, his gaze deep and thoughtful, and continued:

"Yes, it's good that you have confidence."

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

“I know that with just this amount of food, your demon race will surely go hungry, so I have decided to use 1% of it to incentivize you.”

"From now on, regarding food, the demon who works the most each day after fulfilling a certain amount of time will receive an extra fifty catties of wheat."

"These fifty catties of wheat can also be exchanged for ten catties of flesh and blood. The same applies to other things, such as weaving and seafood."

"Count by quantity".

Even so, Solitaire still felt nauseous.

Because this so-called 1% offered as incentives originally belonged to the demon race.

However, she had to admit that, under the current circumstances, this was indeed a way to increase grain production in the short term.

She slowly exhaled and nodded helplessly in agreement.

Then, she turned to relay the order to her subordinates.

Seeing Solitaire leave, Ronan instructed Mahat to continue guarding the granary and then left as well.

His next stop was the Demon Academy, where some half-grown demons were receiving education in the human world.

After the older generation dies, the new generation will forget their hatred and accept their rule with a clear conscience.

At that moment, the school teacher, Shurahat, was standing on the platform giving a lesson.

When he saw Ronan appear, he immediately put down his textbook and quickly came out to greet him.

"What is the overall quality of these demons?"

Outside the school, Ronan looked through the window at some restless demons inside and frowned as he asked.

As soon as the teacher left, many demons began to stir, wanting to skip class.

But the next second, upon seeing Ronan outside the window, he immediately shrank back inside.

Shurahart noticed this and gently shook his head:

"It's just average. It would take at least twenty years to improve their overall quality."

"Even though I used the methods left behind by the previous Demon King, the results were still minimal."

Do you have any good suggestions?

Because educating the demon race to unite is beneficial to the demon race's own development, Shurahat does not reject this job.

In addition, he possesses the magic to foresee the future, making it easy for him to see what a student will do next.

Among all the demons, no one is more suitable to be a teacher than him.

Ronan was well aware of this as well.

He pondered for a moment before giving his answer:

“A serious illness requires strong medicine. I remember that your demon race has amazing physical strength, so let’s just use corporal punishment.”

"Whips, tiger benches, chili water, and if all else fails, hunger strikes or sleep deprivation."

Even the most unruly demon will submit after a few days.

"If you're worried about someone taking advantage of you, just use magic."

"If this continues for four or five years, no one should dare to disobey."

Not only would they dare not disobey, but these demons would probably tremble at the sight of them.

And because they've always been taught about the beauty of the human world, they'll probably gradually side with humanity as they grow up...

Thinking of this, Shurahat fell silent.

I should have known better than to ask. Now I've really brought this upon myself.

Exhale.

"Yes."

Hopefully, the Demon King's plan will succeed as soon as possible; otherwise, with Ronan's educational methods, the future of the demon race will be in grave danger.

With these thoughts in mind, Shurahart returned to the classroom and began to implement his new teaching methods.

"Ah-"

Screams erupted one after another.

It took a long time before it gradually stopped.

……

After leaving the Demon Academy, Ronan paid no attention to what would happen to the demons.

Jade that is not carved cannot become a useful object.

If harsh rule hadn't instilled a rebellious spirit, leading to a significant decrease in work efficiency, Shurahat wouldn't have been able to take action.

I hope the plan will proceed smoothly.

With these thoughts in mind, Ronan walked towards the shore.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, swept over us, and on the sea, some demons were fishing.

Of course, due to the influence of magic, the area they can move in is only within a radius of ten miles.

Even so, it was enough for them to barely make a living.

Just as Ronan's gaze swept across the sea, the fisheries official noticed his arrival and quickly stepped forward to report.

While reporting, he also winked at a demon, signaling the other to bring the treasures he had acquired earlier that morning.

He knew Ronan loved good food, whether it flew in the sky or swam in the water... so he took special care of that.

A short while later, the demon came over, struggling to drag a large fish.

This fish is three meters long and weighs over 700 kilograms. It is still struggling and the air is making sonic booms.

Ronan's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the big fish.

Although he didn't recognize its species at all, that didn't diminish his fondness for the fish. He nodded, satisfied.

"Not bad, very energetic. You're a good guy. What's your name?"

As he spoke, Ronan's gaze swept across the person in charge's face.

I thought to myself, if I hadn't come today, this fish that I've never seen before would probably have been eaten by others, and I felt so sorry about it.

Even if it tastes bad, you have to try it to know.

The person in charge quickly gave his name.

Ronan found it a bit awkward to hear, so he simply ignored it in his mind.

After stuffing the large fish into the subspace, he patted the person in charge on the shoulder and earnestly gave him some instructions:

"Keep up the good work, and if you encounter this kind of fish again, be sure to let me know."