Three days later, delegations of noble families arrived for the funeral of the imperial family, the knights, nobles, guards and servants who perished in the failed coup.

I was with my 20 meters rolled up on a carpet braided with gold thread and on my right, the empress.

We were on a platform, surrounded by guards and knights all dressed in black.

A small military parade preceded the funeral procession where the remains would go to the family vault.

"If I should die, Mir, promise me never to go into that cursed vault"

"I promise... but nothing will happen to you! Be sure of it!"

My brothers and sisters were next to me, and to my left, Snow was also on her golden carpet with her five meters now."

Snow: "Mir. Do you still love me? You flirt with the princess all the time!"

Annoyed, I replied with a draconian growl: "Snow! This is not the time or the place. Yes... I love you!"

She calmed down, reassured, but I could see a sting of murderous jealousy towards the empress.

She lowered her gaze as I stared at her sternly with my slitted eye.

The pressure of the Demon Lord was not to be taken lightly.

The wyvern didn't care but all she wanted was me! But she also understood that the Empress mattered too. She would have to share... That was the destiny of the dragons...

The high dignitaries then paraded to greet me and join the procession.

I stayed on the spot, as the protocol wanted, then balistas and siege engines were deployed and I wanted to break everything so much it was primitive!

Chlorophyll: "What's wrong, Mir?

"The army is in pieces! and the equipment is obsolete. This doesn't even make me laugh!"

Tomorrow, I want to change all that!

The nobles were in a way reassured that their privileges were preserved and that even Demon Lord, I was continuing in the footsteps of the empire.

They hate change! I knew that and that I was a dragon was worrying but seeing me calm and collected and feeling reassured them in their beliefs.

The end of the day passed without incident and Orc troops had arrived at the ramparts. There were about 3000 of them.

Their shamans wanted to see me.

Then, with the nobles gathered at the small palace, I took off and landed directly in front of the main entrance where Zalar was waiting for me, worried.

The soldiers were worried and terrified, not knowing if they should raise the alarm.

Then, roaring

"OPEN THE DOORS AND WELCOME OUR ORC FRIENDS TO THEIR QUARTERS".

Immediately the Shamans knelt down and understood that I was a demon lord with a territory and conquered cities.

"Shamans: Let one thing be clear, the Imperial population is now part of the Demon Empire."

Ratth'or (Chief shaman): What are you going to do as the new Demon Lord?

Me: "Change everything my way! Weapons, armies, Magic, laws and crush Magincia and all our enemies!"

Ratth'or: "I like that".

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"A welcome buffet awaits you, houses and a part of the city are reserved for you. You will be in the walled area. You are free to transform your whole area to your liking!"

The orcs howled with joy.

The republicans, on the other hand, grimaced!

The Enchantress tipped the table with the crystal sphere in rage and screamed.

"Damn Mir! "

By instinct I turned my head towards an indefinite point and Maximus who was watching the ball roll to the floor saw the dragon staring at him.

He was afraid and left the room.

In the evening there was a buffet and the nobles were able to exchange deaths with the empress.

The first question was whether the alliances and agreements made in the past would still be valid.

Secondly, her relationship with the Demon Lord.

It was obvious but Chlorophyll declared that Mir would become emperor at the same time as her and that they would formalise their status by marriage.

It was also obvious that the demon Lord, even a dragon, was capable of humanisation, but the excuse was that he didn't want to take any risks by being in human form.

Traitors still swarmed.

The coming of infernal armies terrorised some nobles and especially the clergy.

Against all odds, the clergy and the freedom of worship had not been revoked and nothing would change.

The only thing was that they had to take their responsibilities by using holy and blessed spells in the presence of demons. An offence was still an offence, for good or for ill.

Others wondered if I had a penchant for necromancy and evil.

I replied directly that I was a wyvern first and nature was all that mattered. Every life was precious demon or human or animal.

By the end of the evening, all were reassured and no scandals or incidents occurred.

The orcs partied their heads off and the humans kept quiet so as not to cause any trouble.

The next day, goblins arrived and they too moved to another section. Only I ordered strict hygiene rules. I had threatened: My nose was sensitive. But apart from that, everything went well.

The generals expected me to order dungeons and attack other territories.

But they were far, far away from my objectives.

A day later, when everything calmed down, we were enthroned.

A gastronomic feast was organised, especially to promote our specialities for export.

The merchants returned and despite the embargo on the borders, I promoted self-sufficiency.

The monsters were to be considered as customers and were to participate in the economy.

Chlorophylle was relieved of the austere and simple party and I promised her a real party when our hearts were ready and when the war was over.

Everyone could see that she loved me very much, but so could Blanche who tried to lick and cuddle the young empress.

She could see that I was happy and that her efforts were paying off. Blanche also got her cuddle

But my wyverns stayed close to me. They were afraid. An incomprehensible fear, but one that would have to do with what fate had in store for us, perhaps.

The three of us spent the night together, but only with a few licks, without going any further.

I didn't feel like it... I was like anxious, tired, stressed.

The next day was a big day.

I organized the orcs to prepare a lot of wood,

the goblins to mine the ore and the dwarves and blacksmiths had to quickly assimilate the explanations I gave without repeating myself.

The development of a metric measurement system and standardization.

They were scared to death and when they saw my teeth, they quickly found a way to organise themselves by using the apprentices and students to sort, complete the notes and compare them with the technical books of the empire.

The next day I spoke about metallurgy. How to purify metals, how to sort them and I made diagrams of crushers, filters, sieves, pneumatic motorisation etc. No one could keep up, but with the teachers, assistants and their apprentices, they too undid, re-sorted and reorganised.

Air mages were trying to figure out how to create compressed air.

On the third day, I explained how a turbine works and made diagrams.

Industrial moulds, bearings, pistons.

It was a puzzle.

Then I drew the plans of a steam engine with the dimensions to be respected, the proportions and the gearing.

The tank, the water tank, the speed regulators with weights. I spent more time and the dwarfs started a model.

The craftsmen began the leather belts for the transmissions, the leather as seals and I made a brief diagram of the tools to be built, such as pulleys, gearboxes, how to make a lathe with a chuck, oil soaking.

Soon the palace and its annexes became a kind of industrial university.

The orcs understood that the wood should be used for props, and the railways to speed up the development of the empire by 1000.

The work was crazy.

Then the goblin craftsmen were seduced by the new weapons they would develop.

Rotting vegetables that were to be thrown away were harvested to make fermentation pits.

Some would produce methane and cabbage mixed with wine would produce hydrogen.

As soon as the first towers were built, they started to make cannons.

At first I drew a harquebus and mortars.

Then grenades, and shells and fragmentation shells.

Of course, gunpowder and key techniques were reserved for wyverns.

Kratos jumped for joy when I presented him with an amphora filled with gunpowder, flammable dragon saliva (pitch) and a quartz detonator.

A demonstration tower with human armour and a moat and a ballista were put on display.

Kratos had to climb to higher ground and the ballista could no longer reach him.

He dropped the amphora and it exploded on the tower, ripping it open and the shrapnel pulverising armour and protection on the ground.

The orcs howled in contentment. The goblins rubbed their hands together and the mages were impressed.