Inside the Sakura Sanctuary.
Draco carried Milim to a patch of grass.
At this moment, Milim was puffed up like a pufferfish.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore."
Milim pouted her lips, looking angry.
Draco had no choice but to deal with it.
Just now, when he was about to release Milim's imprisonment, he realized something.
No one knew how to dispel Victim's ability; they could only wait for the skill's duration to end for it to lose its effect automatically.
Left with no choice, Milim could only sit on the grass and sulk.
But soon, her attention was drawn to the cherry blossom rain filling the sky.
"It's so beautiful!"
Milim gave a heartfelt exclamation of praise.
"I'm glad you like it."
Orel stood quietly by the side, watching the two chat without interrupting.
As for Albedo and the others, Draco had already sent them to rest.
This fight was not easy, and their physical strength was quite depleted... Meanwhile, on the other side.
Demiurge had already been in the Puppet Kingdom for several days.
After these days of investigation, Demiurge had a general understanding of the specific situation of this country.
The Puppet Kingdom Kistav is a country with a large population that allows free trade.
It is inhabited by about 100 million various monster races and Dark Elves, but most are in the slave class.
Therefore, in terms of food and clothing, the ruler Clayman makes the slaves engage in agriculture to ensure food production.
In terms of trade, Clayman not only established a monetary economy but also has trade relations with the Empire to the east.
He could be said to be a "far-sighted" king.
Incidentally, Demiurge used some improper means to quietly kidnap several high-ranking officials and brainwash them.
Having obtained some information about Clayman, combined with the information Draco provided, Demiurge had roughly analyzed some intelligence on Demon Lord Clayman.
As a monarch, Clayman is a new-generation Demon Lord born four hundred years ago; he is good at scheming and intends to dominate all Demon Lords.
He possesses extremely strong data processing capabilities, not only in terms of Magical Essence but also in various secret information transmission fields.
(PS: Like the mobile phones that appeared in the later stages of the Empire arc, they were produced based on Clayman's theories.)
He also mastered a wealth of strange and exotic techniques, primarily dominated by control-type spells.
Because Clayman extremely distrusts his subordinates, the demons under him are all restricted by him, which is why he is called the "Marionette Master."
He is such a Demon Lord who doubts everything, possessing a relatively low amount of Magical Essence among Demon Lords but being "adept at calculation."
Clayman's royal city is guarded by many strong individuals, so Demiurge did not go deep to avoid alerting the enemy.
In his view, the combat power of this kingdom was somewhat weak.
The mission this time was complete.
Demiurge summoned several demon servants to stay in the Puppet Kingdom, and then he left the place... As evening approached, the restriction on Milim finally disappeared.
Draco made a rough estimate.
The duration of Absolute Imprisonment was about 8 hours.
By the way.
Just now, Draco was bored and opened the system's Guild interface.
After consuming 8,000 gold coins, Draco successfully resurrected Victim.
Since Victim was only Lv35, the gold coins required for resurrection were very few.
Such a powerful skill setting only cost 8,000 gold coins.
It's truly a bug!
Milim was already asleep at this time, lying on the grass with steady breathing, seemingly having some sweet dream.
Draco picked her up gently.
"Orel, seal the teleportation gate to the Eighth Floor."
"Yes, My Lord," Orel replied.
Immediately after, Draco took Milim back to the Ninth Floor.
Victim's imprisonment came with the effect of being unable to leave the Eighth Floor; otherwise, Draco wouldn't have gone to the Sakura Sanctuary to wait.
Arriving at the Ninth Floor, he found a luxury suite for Milim and had Siz take responsibility for looking after her.
Draco still had quite a few things to handle.
He arrived at the plains town.
He found many from the Ogre Tribe helping to build the city.
Draco found the patriarch, Red-haired Uncle, along with Benimaru and the others.
"Lord Draco!" xN
Everyone greeted him one after another.
"Mhm." Draco nodded and then said, "Uncle, come with me. I'm going to bring your clansmen over."
"No problem," Red-haired Uncle said excitedly.
Before Red-haired Uncle could react, Draco grabbed his shoulder and used Spatial Transfer to arrive at the Ogres' original village.
After the patriarch's persuasion, the remaining 200 members of the Ogre Tribe all expressed their willingness to go.
Draco ran back and forth more than ten times, finally bringing all the Ogres into the city.
"Wow~ It's so beautiful!"
"It's much prettier than our original houses."
"..."
The Ogres appeared exceptionally excited.
After Draco arranged their accommodations, he called the Ogre Tribe cadres aside individually.
"Next, I will bestow names upon you, which means you will officially become my subordinates. Are you willing?"
Everyone present was somewhat stunned.
"But My Lord, is naming them really alright?"
"Yes, that is a very dangerous thing to do."
Draco waved his hand. "Don't worry, just leave this matter to me."
Naming monsters is a very dangerous act.
If the Magical Essence in the namer's body is accidentally drained dry, it would be the end of them.
Since no one knows how much energy will be deducted during naming, generally no one is willing to do such a thankless task.
However, Draco's naming consumed his MP, and if his MP was insufficient, a system prompt would appear.
"Then, Red-haired Uncle will continue to be called Shanks!"
Eh? Why did I say 'continue'? Strange?
As soon as those words were spoken, a Soul Corridor was established between the two.
Draco felt a massive surge of energy in his body flow into Red-haired Uncle's body through the Soul Corridor.
He glanced at his MP; it had instantly consumed 300,000.
Thinking that there were still 300 people needing him to name them, his head suddenly throbbed with a buzzing pain.
After naming Benimaru and Shion, Draco's MP hit rock bottom.
"The rest will continue tomorrow. Let's stop here for today."
"Thank you, My Lord!" x3
"During these few days, I'll have Shuna take you to familiarize yourselves with Nazarick first, then I'll arrange your tasks."
"Yes!" xN
Draco gave a few more instructions and then left.
As night fell, Draco went to the luxury restaurant on the Ninth Floor.
After finishing his busy work, only gourmet food and a bath could alleviate his exhaustion from the day.
As a result... "This is mine!"
"It's not, it's Kurumi's!"
Upon entering, he found Milim and Kurumi fighting over the last piece of cream cake.
Draco's head began to throb again... Finally, I can post pictures.
All Guardians present!
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