Demon Lord Management Sim Game-Chapter 122 122 – The Researches

"To return to this era, I need something from a high creature," I explained while covering her body with the blanket. Because she couldn't do everything herself yet, I cleaned her body and dressed her, even though she had refused. "And the only chance is to use the corpse of that country's guardian fairy."

I then turned my back to her, trying not to remember the image of the great destruction. "But, that's the risk of being a demon lord. In the end, the way of spreading influence that I'm using now might not always be viable. I'll have to do wars and wars again. A lot of people will die."

"So, that's why Ayre kept the fairy hand and her research results on those so-called 'clones'? It's so we can restore the glory of the elves?" Lexi responded in a low voice. "But her, who has done hundreds of years of research, can't do it."

"How about you? Can you do it?"

She fell silent again. "Our family also has scripts passed down for generations regarding individual duplication."

Ah, it turns out that Lexi is indeed a descendant of Darren Morgan and Faye.

"However, those scripts are still theories…." She took a deep breath. ƒ𝓇e𝙚𝔀𝐞𝚋𝓃𝐨𝘷e𝙡.𝒄𝗼m

Because she never continued what she said, I asked again. "But Ayre's research adds knowledge to you, right?"

For the second time, the doctor sighed. "From the attribute of the preserved fairy hand and Ayre's research results, I can refine the devil's grains. The fairy can maximize the growth of plants, after all."

"That's good." I turned my head to her. "However, I didn't ask that. What do you think of the cloning method?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, then shook her head. "No. Ayre's research results don't add much to cloning theory."

My anger overflowed after hearing that, but I wouldn't vent it in front of Lexi. The doctor did nothing wrong.

"You really want to restore their former glory?" She repeated her question.

"If the elves become great again, they will become powerful allies." I hissed, turning my back to her again. "And others will see me as a miracle maker. There will be more and more people who worship me, and we will get bigger. That will make it easier for us to rule this world."

My ears heard the creak of the wooden bed, a sign that she had straightened up. "I will keep trying to make the clone project a success, no matter what."

"Thanks." I know she already has heavy burdens, but this is very important. "I will give you whatever you will need. And I will give you great scientists who can help you."

"I'm not used to working with other people." She gulped, sounding nervous. "But I must admit, I wouldn't be able to do this myself. So, any help would be greatly appreciated."

***

I came to the undead cave using the teleportation feature. Ayre and several magic-using shapeshifters also go with me.

They examined one of the black cave walls with purple streaks glowing dimly. That wall is composed of Ragmonuk metal.

"After a thorough inspection, I conclude we can't replicate the weapon maker's automated magic system." Ayre stood beside me and sighed. "This place has a special magic resonance, so it fits the system. I'm not sure I can find a similar place."

Emily, who was on the other side of me, snorted. "It's because of that idiot Ritor."

"Well, there's nothing we can do." Ayre chuckled. "If Ritor hadn't come here, you probably wouldn't be with lord Vorn, Emily."

The undead supreme scratched at her hair. "I know that, but…. Well, whatever. I'm going out for a bit."

That woman walked away from me. It seems that she has not been able to process everything properly. She couldn't believe everything that happened to her was for her to become my subordinate.

I then looked at the shapeshifters scanning the metal wall with glowing hands. "Could you make armor for me manually, Ayre?"

"Yes." She smiled broadly. "But that might take a little longer."

"No problem."

I then left the cave with Ayre, walking under the night sky. "I just noticed. You seem more expressive than five hundred years ago, Ayre."

She widened her smile. "That long time has taught me many things. One of them is human feelings... And another thing is, no matter how good we are as shapeshifters, we still can't get past them."

"About physical ability, you mean?" I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't we already know that? Humans can push their limits and achieve incredible powers they couldn't comprehend before. However, no matter how quickly the shapeshifters learn to fight, they won't be able to surpass their limits."

"And that goes for our brains too, my lord." That woman added. "We are born in an empty state, while some humans have the potential to have very creative ways of thinking from birth. During those five hundred years, I met many very genius humans. I know no matter how long I study, I still won't be able to surpass them."

"I see." Even though I don't really understand her words, I know the gist of them.

The shapeshifters couldn't even reach the abilities of some geniuses.

I stopped near the trees. "So, is that what made you give the research results regarding the clone and the fairy's hand to Lexi?"

"Yes, my lord." She was still smiling; from the start, I felt it wasn't fake. "She is a genius, after all. I'm sure she can do that."

I shrugged. "It's been a long time since you've seen me, and in the last few days, we haven't had time to be alone together. Why are we even talking about work?"

A small chuckle slipped from Ayre's mouth. "Well, since we really have a lot to do…."

She stopped her words when I looked at her face. The corners of her lips drooped, and her eyes began to fill with tears.

"I promise you I'll never spray you like that again."

At first, I was silent because of confusion, but then we laughed together. However, it didn't last long. We stared at each other again.

She closed her eyes, ready to receive my kiss. I responded by closing my eyes too.

As I was about to bring my lips closer to hers, I noticed the call icon on my game UI flashing.

It was from John, the shapeshifter I'd assigned to find information on a scientist who might be working in a top-secret facility.