Relax

“…Indeed. An entire warehouse of food has already been ruined.”

Vivian sighed.

That’s how a whole warehouse of food was lost.

If they had three warehouses of food, Vivian would be much more relaxed right now.

“Containers…”

Vivian rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“This is also a major problem.

Rebuilding requires tools, and storage requires vessels… It seems that restoring basic pottery making or carpentry needs to be prioritized.”

She looked at Elia.

“Do you think it’s possible… to unearth ‘talent’ in this area among our people?

Even just someone who knows a little?”

Elia thought for a moment, her fox ears twitching slightly.

“Regarding this point, since the current troop structure has been completely broken up, I can’t be certain of the personnel for now.

The rosters aren’t even complete.

But I will put this on the agenda tomorrow.”

“Good.”

Vivian nodded in affirmation.

“The top priority tomorrow morning is to find these people with other production skills.

Find them and tell them we need someone to try and rebuild the pottery kiln, or make wooden barrels and boxes—this is a critical task concerning everyone’s survival.

Tell them that their attempts are more important right now than fighting on the battlefield.”

She paused.

“Also, have everyone pay special attention to collecting intact pottery shards, broken metal tools, any fragments that look like they can be utilized when clearing the ruins… Turning waste into treasure is our only way out right now.”

“Yes, this subordinate understands.”

Elia nodded.

“Also, tomorrow we will replant the fields…”

And so, Vivian and Elia discussed and arranged the affairs for the next day while eating dinner.

“Well… that’s it for today.”

After the long conversation, Vivian couldn’t help but let out a turbid breath, letting her mind go blank for a moment, wanting to rest a bit before continuing to think about future developments.

“Then, this subordinate will take her leave…”

“Mm… wait.”

Just as the conversation ended and Elia was about to stand up, curtsy, and leave, Vivian noticed her still somewhat messy hair, which she hadn’t had time to groom due to the rush.

“Is something wrong, Lady Demon Lord?

Is there anything else?”

Elia, having been stopped, looked at Vivian curiously, her somewhat disheveled tail wagging back and forth.

“Come here.”

“Huh?

Yes.”

Vivian smiled and beckoned to Elia—and although the fox-maid was a bit confused, she obediently came to Vivian’s side.

“Sit.”

“Yes.”

Vivian patted the empty space beside her, and Elia sat down just as obediently.

Then, with a flick of her hand, Vivian used her mana to construct a comb and directly began to comb Elia’s somewhat messy and even tangled tail.

“Eek!

L-Lady Demon Lord!?”

Elia’s entire body instantly stiffened as her tail was being combed.

But Vivian, facing the messy tail, felt a rare sense of peace.

“Look at you.

Never mind your hair, you haven’t even had time to groom the fur on your tail and ears.

How can that be?

You’re my only Head Maid now.

You have to maintain your appearance properly.”

“…Y-yes, Lady Demon Lord.”

The black fox-maid, Elia, responded with a slight tremor in her voice.

Clearly, she had never imagined in her entire life that she would experience such treatment—and in fact, even though it was a bit messy, Elia’s fur was still exceptionally soft to the touch.

This also allowed Vivian to relax her mind for the first time in a while.

To be honest, after this period of time, Vivian’s psychological pressure was still quite high.

Not only was there the important task of rebuilding the Demon Lord’s territory, but also the matter of nourishing her pregnancy and preparing to give birth in the short term, and… the future.

The more distant future, the future where the world began to spiral into madness, and also… what were the other transmigrators doing?

And those monsters cultivated by the Rhine Holy Church… the Son of God, the Offspring of the Black Goat.

An existence born from the malice of a god.

“Sigh.”

Vivian sighed.

Just thinking about these things gave her a massive headache—it was really about to split her head open.

“Alright, a simple combing, and it looks much better—go back and get some rest.”

“Ah, y-yes!

You should also rest early, Lady Demon Lord!”

After simply combing Elia’s fur, Vivian had managed to relax her mind and maintain her psychological well-being.

Elia, as if waking from a dream, jumped up from before Vivian and bolted out of the tent as if fleeing, her very silhouette radiating a strong sense of bewilderment.

“Hm?

What’s wrong with Head Maid Elia?”

And the next second after Elia left, Luna poked her head in from outside the tent with the look of a curious baby.

“It’s nothing.

She probably just hasn’t gotten used to it yet.”

Vivian looked at Luna, with whom she was now quite familiar, and responded with a light laugh.

“Ah, I’m so tired, Lady Demon Lord—it feels like there’s an endless amount of work to do!”

Luna scampered in like a light breeze,扑倒 into Vivian’s arms with extreme naturalness, and skillfully found a comfortable position to curl up in, like a small cat seeking warmth.

Vivian, in turn, reached out and pinched the little white-haired succubus’s tender cheek.

“There’s still a lot more to do.

It’s only been a few days and you’re already this tired?”

“Nngh…”

As Vivian spoke, she also toyed with a lock of Luna’s white hair.

In response, Luna nuzzled against Vivian’s arm, her voice thick with a coquettish tone.

Succubi feed on the life force and strong desires of others.

Correspondingly, some of the fatigue and anxiety in Vivian’s heart would also be quietly absorbed by Luna.

So when Luna was acting spoiled by her side, Vivian could also feel her own mood unconsciously becoming more pleasant.

Besides, who would refuse to be intimate with a fragrant, soft, and cute little succubus?

And so, she allowed Luna this small privilege.

When there was nothing to do, she could come over and stay by her side, like having a fresh flower nearby, bringing joy.

“Alright, I still have things to think about.

Go on.”

“Aww~

Okay, Lady Demon Lord.”

After cuddling the little succubus in her arms for a bit, Vivian figured she had rested enough and patted her on the back.

She then continued to concentrate on thinking about future development plans—and Luna didn’t linger, getting up and leaving the tent obediently, leaving Vivian alone in the spacious tent to face her future plans by herself.

With Luna’s departure, the tent once again returned to silence, with only the crackling sound of the oil lamp burning.