After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 219 - 95 Just Only Need...

Chapter 219: Chapter 95 Just Only Need...

"Hah... mmm~"

Satan Ye lazily opened her eyes, then comfortably squinted as she lay on the bed. She rolled over and lay on her stomach, her tail idly flicking behind her... just like a cat waking up from a nap.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Hilena said this. Seeing Satan Ye nod slightly, she began helping her get dressed... of course, she also took care of washing her, brushing her hair, and similar tasks.

Satan Ye’s daily routines were all attended to by her.

This was part of Hilena’s duties as the Chief Maid, the steward of the Demon King City, the Demon King’s personal maid, the head of HR for Demon King City, and the leader of the succubi... though she had many titles, most of the jobs didn’t require much effort.

Especially after Yila arrived, her work essentially became... listening to Yila’s instructions and taking care of Satan Ye—this seemed to simplify her duties to just that.

*I’ve really become a mom figure (sigh).*

"Yawn~"

Satan Ye yawned as she lazily walked down the path to the hall. Although the morning assembly was still a routine, there likely wasn’t much to report recently... if Yila is not around, there definitely wouldn’t be any major issues.

Ah, the "major issues" here were not referring to unexpected emergencies—no one could predict whether those would happen. The major issues Satan Ye considered were the kind that needed reporting at the assembly.

Just like when Yila wasn’t at the Demon King Territory, they would only discuss relatively minor but still necessary announcements...

....

"The forging of Magic Armor for the swordfish is nearing completion. Besides providing two sets of Magic Armor for each swordfish, I’ve also prepared to forge an additional hundred sets... the werewolves have barely managed to memorize some of the spell combinations."

As Wolf reported this, Satan Ye didn’t respond. She just lazily watched Wolf’s furry tail... it looked very cute.

This afternoon I should go play with the rescued children... Yila previously mentioned that some of the children could—and must—be trained as warriors.

Satan Ye had forgotten the exact reasons Yila gave, vaguely remembering it was something like *"the resolve in their eyes prevents them from willingly accepting a new life."*

*Satan Ye zoned out, thinking.*

"Next, do we need any more Magic Armor forged? I’m really good at making metal Magic Armor."

As Wolf said this, Satan Ye thought for a moment and then concluded *"I can’t think about this,"* so she simply said, "We’ll discuss it when Yila returns~"

Even though Wolf was speechless, he still nodded to show he had no objections.

Obviously, Satan Ye’s earlier assumption was wrong... there were quite a few things to report today.

"Regarding the White Ball Wine, Duke Novak has agreed to the consignment idea. After that, we..."

Satan Ye: "We’ll discuss it when Yila returns~"

"As for the cement road construction in the territory, currently..."

Satan Ye: "We’ll discuss it when Yila returns~"

"..."

"Your Highness Satan Ye... isn’t this relying on Yila a bit too much?"

Hilena couldn’t help but advise. Though she wasn’t particularly worried, she felt it wasn’t good. She said, "How about you make some decisions yourself first? Why not arrange things to be done?"

"Mmm... I do have ideas, but I’ll wait for Yila to return and then ask if my thoughts are correct..."

Satan Ye answered, waving dismissively with an expression that said *"It’d be trouble for Yila if I mess things up."* She seemed to treat Yila as an omnipotent person.

"..."

*Hilena thought: It’s over, she’s useless.*

——————————

Yila brewed tea, quietly pouring it into the cup of the elderly man with white hair and a white robe sitting opposite. Then he placed the ceramic teapot on a nearby wooden shelf.

This seemingly ordinary loft contained some ordinary bookshelves with some ordinary books and two individuals—himself and an old man who looked quite ordinary.

Mmm...

That is, if you ignored the books on those shelves with titles like "Continent Fragmentation Ceremony Estimation" and "Fantasy Eternal Night Technique·World Level," which referred to purely theoretical, conceptual spells.

Though these were spells only theoretically possible, if there were someone in the world who could manifest these world-ending spells, it might just be the man before him.

"Not bad at all, I’ve long heard that your tea tastes great."

The old man praised, looking very kindly, as if complimenting a junior. Before Yila could speak, he continued, "Unfortunately, I can’t allow you to teach outside the Tower."

"Not to mention my role as the *Page*; I’m responsible for all mages. And as the leader of the White Tower, if I set this precedent, how would I explain it to the other two Towers?"

That reasoning did indeed make sense.

It seemed teaching goblins and Little Demons spells for farming was out of the question... Maybe it was necessary to quickly think about developing Mana industries or find a new path.

As Yila thought this, he nodded and prepared to get up and bid farewell.

But the old man stopped him with a word, sipping his tea as he said, "However, teaching merely the techniques for using Mana wouldn’t violate the rules... This applies to everyone, not just your privilege."

Still, techniques alone are meaningless if one cannot use magic.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Yila said, not showing any disappointment, but he decided not to linger in the loft... Next, he had to descend the infinite staircase.

It would take an entire day again.

The old man watched Yila’s departing back, sipped his tea unhurriedly, and said, "You know, Yila... I’m now quite puzzled about the future of mages."

Hearing this, Yila paused, turned his head, puzzled.

"Some things have quietly changed. The efforts of mages are becoming pointless, bloodlines are less significant, and power seems to have lost some of its purity... After you graduated, some things already began to shift."

The old man said this while drinking tea and sighed, "You should visit the True Red Tower and find a professor—or perhaps an associate professor—named Topps... He invented something *useless* and was thus ostracized by the Red Tower. He must be having a tough time now."

"..."

"What did he invent?"

Yila was silent for a moment. He had some guesses but asked anyway, and almost simultaneously, both he and Gandalf (?) spoke nearly the same words: "It couldn’t be..."

Yila: "A tool allowing one to cast spells without memorizing the original texts..."

The old man: "Something that only requires the infusion of Mana..."

"..."

"!!!"

The world was about to change.