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"Is it ti for the regular report now?"

"Yes, Lord Fiel. Do you have any special instructions?"

"...Not particularly."

Sitting on Delia's bed, using a dried hollow reed as a straw, Fiel swung her short legs, which had beco smaller due to her juvenile form, watching with interest as the nun carried out her work as a demon spy.

Since then, Fiel had often run to Delia's room, asking for a 'nutrient liquid' every day.

Hearing that the effect was better after als, Fiel had been obediently taking it after lunch.

In the mornings, she would listen to lectures from traveling bards in the church, drink blood, take a nap with Annie, then tend to the seedlings, play hide-and-seek with them for a while, and after getting tired, it would be ti for the al she most looked forward to.

Although that woman called Yvonne always wore a sour face towards her, the food made by her hands was surprisingly delicious.

If there was a chance to make a coback, Fiel thought about kidnapping this woman to be her cook.

Her hand had almost recovered. Delia dipped a quill pen in so ink, preparing to start writing a letter.

The words written with this special magical ink would disappear after writing, leaving no trace, but the content could only be understood by demons as encrypted information.

It was said that recently, so human scholars were attempting to research thods to decipher information encrypted by demon magic, and had successfully intercepted an important intelligence letter, causing concern among demons.

At this mont, Delia's voice interrupted her thoughts:

"Are you sure you don't want

to notify the people on that side about your situation?"

"...That won't be necessary for now,"

The forr Demon King waved her hands repeatedly.

The current situation in the upper echelons of the demon race should still be quite chaotic. Rashly sending a ssage back to reveal her location would be dangerous, even if written to her own confidants.

Although this was one of the reasons, there was actually another important reason.

Since coming here, she had gradually developed new thoughts.

Previously, she had to deal with a large amount of tedious affairs every day, facing the gazes of thousands of subordinates, sitting on the throne always made her stomach ache.

To be honest, Fiel was already tired of that life, as if imprisoned in the Demon King's castle.

Compared to that, she preferred her current life more.

Being able to eat various foods she had never eaten before, living each day leisurely without much pressure was quite satisfying.

She enjoyed her current life, even developing thoughts like 'being an ordinary human child doesn't seem too bad'.

In any case, she was already very tired and wanted to rest for a while.

As for being the Demon King, whoever wanted to could go ahead.

"...I understand."

Understanding Fiel's aning from her tone, Delia smiled and wrote the last stroke.

She rolled up the written letter well and tied it to the black raven that had been waiting by the window for a long ti.

Watching it fly away, her expression beca serious again.

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"Sister Yvonne, how do you read this word?"

She smiled and took the book handed over by Arno.

"Let

see, let

see... This one is read as 'self-inflicted'."

"'Self-inflicted'? What does it an?"

"Well, it ans facing the consequences of one's own bad actions."

"I see..."

Arno nodded seriously.

"......"

Elsa, standing nearby, felt like banging her head against the wall.

It sounded like she was talking about her no matter how you listened.

As they beca familiar, the children started to get close to Yvonne.

After all, she helped make many delicious als every day and was very helpful during harvest ti.

Although her appearance wasn't very approachable, after actually interacting with her, the children experienced her sowhat clumsy kindness.

Last ti at the night market, she had found quite a few books with illustrations.

After reading them carefully, she specially selected several books with relatively simple story content for the children to use as textbooks for learning to read.

In addition, she even actively proposed to help fund the renovation of the monastery buildings and establish more convenient facilities.

After discussing with the young nun, the next day, she rode the swift dragon to make a trip, bringing back the best carpenter and his apprentice from the neighboring town, and ordered many stoves for heating water from the blacksmith uncles.

Using the siphon principle, a long iron cast pipe was used to deliver water to the bathhouse, with heating fire stones installed on the pipeline, allowing for a continuous supply of hot water when needed.

When the steaming hot water gushed down from the shower, the children were all overjoyed.

It didn't matter in sumr, but taking cold showers in winter was really a painful thing. Young children with weak resistance could easily catch colds.

But from this year on, with this water supply device, they wouldn't have to worry about those problems anymore.

"Co, learn the steps of handwashing with ! Watch carefully."

"Okay~~~~"

Everyone held soap and answered in unison under the newly installed faucet.

"First, wash the palms, face palms towards each other and rub vigorously... Then palm to back of hand, rubbing along the finger gaps, alternating hands..."

"Ooh—"

Everyone watched attentively as Yvonne demonstrated the 'seven-step handwashing' thod.

Although magic exists in this world, ordinary healing magic can only treat external injuries. Infectious diseases and internal illnesses were still life-threatening problems that left many doctors helpless.

With dical standards still at a dieval level, if one contracted a difficult-to-cure disease, it was almost equivalent to a death sentence.

"Rember to wash your hands like this before eating or after playing, understand?"

"Yes!"

Young children have weaker resistance, with a higher possibility of falling ill compared to healthy adults. If they could master so modern scientific hygiene knowledge like this, it would at least help prevent the occurrence of diseases to a certain extent.

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