Part 1: Fiora's Grand Return – "I Have Official Business With You!"

Fujino is once again lounging under a tree, dressed in his standard lazy attire—tattered cloak, minimal effort, and an aura of absolute disinterest in life. He's munching on an apple from his farm when suddenly—

BOOM!

The sound of galloping hooves echoes across the fields, followed by the dramatic arrival of a luxurious carriage. The horses skid to a perfect stop, dust swirling around them. The carriage doors burst open, and from within emerges...

Fiora.

This time, she arrives fully prepared. Unlike her last accidental visit, where she fainted at the ridiculousness of Fujino's mystical farming rituals, she now steps out with absolute authority.

"I am Fiora von Ludenberg," she declares, her tiny frame trying its best to exude grandeur. "Daughter of Duke Ludenberg, and I have come to formally address a matter of utmost importance!"

Fujino, still chewing his apple, blinks at her. "Oh, it's you again. The tiny noble."

Fiora's eyebrow twitches. "Duke's daughter!"

"Right, right," Fujino waves lazily. "And what's the utmost importance? Are you here to complain about my forbidden apple rituals again?"

Her cheeks puff slightly, but she composes herself. "No... I have come to make things official."

Fujino looks at her skeptically. "Official... how?"

Fiora crosses her arms. "From today onward, I shall supervise this farm."

Fujino nearly chokes on his apple.

Part 2: Fiora's Official Supervision – "You Need Help!"

After some mild coughing and muttering about nobles ruining his peace, Fujino finally processes her words.

"Supervise?" He repeats. "You?"

Fiora nods confidently. "Your so-called ritualistic farming techniques have caught the attention of the duchy. While unorthodox, they yield results, and my father has deemed them worthy of study!"

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Fujino stares. "Let me get this straight. You—who last time thought I was a pervert doing nonsense in a field—are now saying my techniques have... value?"

Fiora huffs and avoids eye contact. "I may have misjudged certain aspects. But that does not change the fact that you are a complete disaster!"

She gestures wildly at the farm. "Look at this place! It's a miracle anything grows here! Your work ethic is abysmal! Your record-keeping is nonexistent! And worst of all—"

She points directly at him. "You dress like a madman!"

Fujino sighs. "And you want to supervise me?"

Fiora smirks. "Yes. I shall refine this farm into something worthy of noble recognition!"

Fujino leans back against his tree. "Pass."

Fiora's smirk vanishes. "What?"

"I quit the Demon Lord job to avoid responsibility," he says. "Why would I sign up for a noble brat breathing down my neck?"

Fiora clenches her fists. "I knew you'd say that. That's why—"

She steps aside, and from the carriage, dozens of officials step forward, holding scrolls, ledgers, and paperwork.

Fujino's blood runs cold.

Fiora grins. "I have officially registered your farm."

Part 3: Bureaucratic Warfare – "Sign Here, Sign There..."

A horrifying stack of documents lands in front of Fujino. The officials immediately start listing rules, regulations, and required taxes for legally recognized farms.

Fujino feels a migraine forming.

"By Article 47 of the Land Cultivation Act, all farms must declare their magical anomalies for tax classification..."

"Per Section 23, a noble must oversee land of significant economic impact..."

Fujino twitches. "Wait, wait, WAIT—"

Fiora beams. "As per the law, I am now your farm supervisor!"

Fujino grabs his head. "This is a hostile takeover!"

She tilts her head innocently. "It's just proper administration."

Fujino glares. "I hate nobles."

Fiora grins. "You'll learn to love me."

Fujino groans. "This is a nightmare."

Fiora claps her hands. "Excellent! Let's begin your first official inspection!"

Fujino lets out the deepest sigh of his life.

Part 4: The First Inspection – "These Apples Are Illegal?!"

Fiora, now wearing an official-looking noble's hat, marches across the farm with way too much enthusiasm. The officials scurry behind her, taking notes.

She stops by the orchard. "These apples—do they follow export laws?"

Fujino shrugs. "They're apples."

An official gasps. "Sir, you are required to register any unique magical produce!"

Fujino blinks. "Wait. Are you telling me—"

Fiora smirks. "That's right. Your apples are illegal."

Fujino stares at his own apples, completely baffled. "How... how can an apple be illegal?"

Fiora dramatically pulls out a scroll. "Due to their unnatural growth rate under your bizarre rituals, they fall under exotic magical exports!"

Fujino grabs his head. "This is insanity!"

Fiora nods proudly. "This is bureaucracy."

Scene 5: Conclusion – "This Is My Life Now, Isn't It?"

By the end of the day, Fujino is drowning in paperwork.

Fiora, meanwhile, sits on a fancy chair, drinking tea, looking way too pleased with herself.

"I hate you," Fujino grumbles.

Fiora sips her tea. "No, you don't. You just hate responsibility."

Fujino sighs. "...This is my life now, isn't it?"

Fiora smiles. "Yes."

Fujino stares at the sky, accepting his fate.

Thus, the Duke's daughter officially became the supervisor of the farm, marking the beginning of a new era of chaos.