The Elf Saint is a NEET, so I Forced Her to Work in Another World

Negotiations and Compromises (Part 2)

Everyone knew that when a weapon—in this case, a demon weapon (the gun)—was made from the Federal Demon Republic, it meant quality. The reliability of the parts was high, craftsmanship was precise, and the weapon worked as it should...even in the worst battlefields. Because of these reasons, I talked to the demons to provide our fledgling army with guns, the Goblinhom Bolt-Heater and several artillery pieces, for the upcoming conflict.

"Well, I'm sure our factories can handle the necessary output to arm your forces, milord," one of the goblin representatives told me. "We just need to know your timetable so we can adjust the production."

"I plan to launch the invasion in three months," I revealed to them. "The threat from Cherwoods grows with every day we delay, so I'd like to get my forces trained in using their equipment in the short time I have."

"I see, Sir," Lady Srexe noted it. "And how many soldiers do you plan to have?"

"Fifteen regiments. So at least, that would be...around a thousand elves per unit."

"Fifteen thousand rifles, huh?" the demon ambassador wrote.

"Well, here's the thing. I also planned to order a complement of a bolt-heater revolver for each soldier."

"Fifteen thousand revolvers, got it."

"And extra ones for in case their guns were destroyed, or broken. With spare parts, too."

The demon representatives exchanged glances. It was Srexe who aired their concerns, "Uh, Sir, how many 'extra ones' are we talking here?"

"Around five thousand at least, for each type of weapon."

"O-Oh..." the demon ambassador looked at her notes again. "And...three months?"

Based on her expression, I could tell that Srexe's confidence suddenly eroded, so I asked, "Is it attainable?"

"W-We can, Sir, but..." the goblin lady stopped when another demon whispered something to her. Then, she revealed, "The demon factories can put a round-the-clock work schedule to provide you the necessary number of equipment and the complimentary ammunition for each crack horn."

"Are you sure your goblins can do it?" I put up that question since I was used to my old world's work system. I mean, even if they were from another race of mortals, these guys still get tired from overwork. Exhausted workers meant high risk of accidents. And I didn't want someone to die or get maimed trying to fulfill my requests...my poor human heart wouldn't take it. My hands were already full of blood...

"Sir, I know what you're thinking," Srexe smiled as she decoded everything in my head. "We demons have different bodies from you, humans. We can go on and on for several long sleeps without actually sleeping. You already seen this back in the Unification Wars, right? And if a goblin is tired, we can always fix it with our potions and magic."

"Sorry, my habits just kicked in," I retorted. "And please, don't force someone to work more than their bodies can take. A natural rest is still better than drowning yourselves in endurance potions and spells."

"Wow...a human that really cares about our people," I heard a representative utter.

"Not only among humans; even among our own race!" another added. "Now that's what I surely didn't expect from this talk!"

"See, I told you guys my old teacher is a softie," Srexe mumbled to the other representatives, to which they nodded.

I wanted to ask if there's still discrimination towards demons, even after all the six years they lived within the human realm. But someone said, "Please forgive us for the small talk, Lord Kuro. It's just that, we are impressed by your concern for the lowest of our people. It's something not even our own would do..."