Once transferred, Sage, I was reincarnated and became the son of the Demon King. ~ Eh ⁉ The sixteenth place in throne inheritance would be too low ~

Successfully subordinated all the tribes living in what the Twelve clans called "the depths" to the Devil's kingdom, and all the Twelve clans subordinated to me.

This made the territory of "Owe" entirely my and hence the territory of the Devil Nation.

This allowed us to focus on the development of the land without any impediments.

When the mountains were developed, they were most of the Golden Mountains and Silver Mountains.

Some of them were minerals that could be harvested by Shinto Steel (Orihalcon), but nothing else was particularly noteworthy.

Is there a magical silver and Divine Vajra (Adamantite) mineral vein in the boulder like it was in a previous life?

Well, let's say it's good because there are wood and ornaments available for trading instead.

With that in mind, I am writing to you now.

The destination is Sister Izadra.

When I asked why I was writing to my sister, there was a reason for this.

My sister and I got bored when we went up to the Devil's City to report that I was in control of "Owe" territory.

Well, Sister Rosettita came and healed right away.

Why, when I asked my sister if she was in a rush.

"I don't even have a fiancée yet. There was an undelivered person, not out of the way beside my cute little brother, so I thought I'd set up a little moxibustion."

When I heard that, Sister Rosettita said, "What's so powerful about changing the terrain that you can set up moxibustion? This big joke, 'he was angry at Cancún.

And he looked at the people I brought with me as if he were going to take revenge. [M]

If you ask the boulder to stop you.

'Then send me a letter of update when you return to your territory. Then I'll stop you.'

I don't know why I have to do that, but I admitted it anyway.

Since then, I've been writing letters.

If I forgot to write a letter before and left it for about a month, a hell of a lot of letters were sent to me.

Besides, the content says, 'Why aren't you writing to me? The letter' was written in all letters as Biscilli to the edge.

It was so much a letter that I wanted to say a sprinkle when my thoughts were heavy.

Since then, I have written regularly. Also, I'm sorry to see that letter.

"That's why we're now working on improving crop varieties."

I wrote to report it. I'll stop.

"Huh, should I write this far?"

With my shoulders relaxed, I stretched out.

You've been writing for a long time, or you're thirsty. Shall we go to the kitchen?

I'm a lord, so maybe I should call a maid or someone, but I'm not used to calling people.

So if I'm thirsty or hungry, I always head directly to the kitchen.

So, I got up, and I tried to leave the room.

I heard a footsteps from the hallway called butterflies.

And then the door opened.

"Is there something wrong? Master Lewie."

When I opened the door, Mr. Arneb was there.

Put on your maid's clothes.

"Yes, no. Nothing for a second."

I don't know why you didn't call me, but if I tried to leave the room, this is how I'd come.

"Are you thirsty? Or are you hungry?

"Uh..."

To the strength of that push, I was a tadjitter.

Doing so, I heard a bump and footsteps again.

Now the door opened with a loud noise.

"Hey, you ⁉"

"What could it be?

Altina shouts out loud. Mr Arneb calmly returned the opposite.

"Why are you here?"

"I came because Master Lewie seemed to have business to attend to?

Don't take my job away from me.

"Was I? I didn't mean to."

The two stared at each other.

Ha. Ever since Mr. Arneb and the others arrived, somehow these arguments have been happening all the time.

I saw them until I finished arguing with them.