"Wayne, how are things progressing with the Orcs?"
Goodness Home.
Inside the Castle.
An Kai lay across the laps of six exquisite-looking Elven maids seated side by side, his right arm bent to prop up his head.
He lazily looked toward Wayne, who had come to report.
Beside him stood four more beautiful maids of the Witch race, holding fruits brought in from the outside world-the kind enjoyed by nobles and royalty.
They peeled and pitted the fruit before placing it in An Kai's mouth.
Two other maids were responsible for kneading and massaging his legs.
Wayne had long since grown accustomed to all this.
After all, he had selected these maids himself.
Without him screening them, what if some ugly ones got sent over?
Fortunately, Wayne's taste was essentially the same as An Kai's.
When it came to maids, An Kai could give Wayne a perfect score.
"My lord, the Orcs are integrating quite well, and Goodness Home has been steadily expanding lately."
"Those Tier Seven Orcs-hah! I have to say, they really are strong!"
"They're even more useful for labor than those Giants."
"There's just one issue. These Tier Seven Orcs consume too much. I've been wondering whether we should cut their rations further."
Hearing Wayne's suggestion, An Kai frowned and considered it for several seconds.
"Announce a new rule. Any Orc who fails to improve their strength within a year will lose half their food."
Wayne's eyes lit up at this.
He then reported on a few more matters within Goodness Home before turning to leave.
Outside the Castle, Allie was also waiting for An Kai to summon her.
Unfortunately for her, An Kai's interest in her was now practically nonexistent.
After she wrote down everything she had obtained through the Elven Queen over the years, An