What have I really been doing all this time?!
My head spun round and round.
Even when my financial situation improved and my position rose, requiring me to pay attention to maintaining my dignity, the decision not to carelessly hire subordinates was definitely exquisite.
The first principle of information management is minimizing the number of people who can know the information.
As the number of personnel increases, management costs increase exponentially, and mistakes are inevitably bound to happen.
Adhering to this grand principle, which would be maintained even in a world where technology advances and Magic exists, was unavoidable for Pastel, who lacked knowledge and experience in information warfare.
In the first place, what was the reason I could at least hold my ground against Mr. Penguin, who operated the Imperial Intelligence Network? Wasn't it because the opponent also found it difficult to investigate my weaknesses, so there was no reason to be intimidated at all?
Since I had no Subordinates, if I left documents behind while working, I had to go get them myself. Since I didn't hire a Chef, I had to cook my own meals, and I had to do basic things like laundry and cleaning myself, but I could fully endure it.
Because Lord Demon would do it anyway—no, because an advantage in information warfare was worth that much.
As Governor-General Pastel, I have not an inch of regret about this choice. Even as Demon King Pastel, I have not an inch of regret about this choice...
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