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Chapter 22 of 100

Chapter 22

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†† (Sati the maid's perspective)

As always, Master is amazing.

I can't really explain what makes him amazing, but I know he is.

Four-wheeled crop rotation?

He came up with this unheard-of farming method and managed to increase the food supply several times over.

Every day, grains and turnips and other crops are delivered from Master's experimental farm.

I try my best to cook them, and Master, Jiron the orc, and the other members of the brigade seem to enjoy them.

Even though I can't help with Master's work, just being able to serve him meals makes me very happy.

Everyone praises my cooking, saying, "Delicious, delicious."

This is something I never imagined when I was in the mansion of my previous master, the lord of Arsenum. My previous master had a dedicated chef, and he wouldn't even taste the food I made.

I was in charge of preparing meals for the servants, so I can make decent meals even without the most expensive ingredients.

Of course, I use the best ingredients available for Master Ike, but it seems that the Undead Brigade isn't very wealthy.

I have to be careful to save money when cooking.

—Come to think of it, it's a bit strange to talk about money in an army of the Demon King, isn't it?

When Master Ike first gave me money, I was quite surprised.

After all, doesn't it seem strange that the Demon King's army pays for things with money?

Am I the only one who thinks so?

However, the merchants who started coming to Ivalice also had strange expressions at first, so I'm not the only one who feels this way.

Master not only pays the merchants properly but also ensures that the townspeople are paid fairly for their work.

Therefore, the townspeople don't seem to fear Master, or rather, the Demon King's army, very much.

They just look at them from a distance, thinking they look a bit scary.

...But they're not scary at all.

They look like skeletons in robes, which is scary, but I know better than anyone how kind-hearted they are.

There's no one as compassionate as Master—.

I keep telling the townspeople this, but some still flinch when they see Master.

Hmm, I need to change this situation somehow.

What can I do?

Oh, right. Maybe I should invite the townspeople to the mansion for a tea party.

If we all have tea together and get to know each other better, we might naturally become friends.

I should talk to Ike about this right away.