My eyes drifted to the forge deep within my domain, a place that now felt more like home than my own throne.
My B-Rank Alchemy was one of my greatest assets, a force multiplier that allowed me to equip my elite troops with gear that other Demon Kings could only dream of.
But maintaining and upgrading the equipment for an entire empire was becoming a full-time job.
"I need a Dwarf," I declared.
Pixia, who had been running probability analyses on the northern Demon Kings, zipped over.
"A Dwarf Demon King, my Lord? An excellent choice!
Their innate racial bonuses to Alchemy and Creation would make them a peerless quartermaster and siege engineer!
A Dwarf King could manage our entire military-industrial complex, freeing you up for more high-level strategic endeavors!"
"Exactly," I said, pleased that she understood.
"A Dwarf would be the ultimate support character for my build.
