Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2074: Mass production

Upon my return to the Holy Empire, my wives predictably showered me with a barrage of questions.

They were eager to hear every detail of the events and my strategy for handling the surge in corruption energy activities.

The primary concern they raised was...

"What should we do about her?"

The individual in question was Dorothy.

It wasn't out of fear that they sought to isolate her; rather, they fretted that the heightened corruption energy might stem from the forces of Destruction plotting against her.

Hence, their goal was to ensure her protection.

Only I possessed the full certainty that this wasn't connected to her, given my knowledge of the true cause behind their unrest.

"Don’t worry, this isn’t related to her at all."

A wave of surprise and confusion washed over them upon hearing this, yet they placed their faith in my words.

Still, I sidestepped their follow-up queries, declaring instead, "There’s something that I need to take care of before the next racial alliance meeting. I’m going to look for Queenie to take care of this."

Once more, astonishment and bewilderment flickered across their faces, but they nodded in agreement nonetheless.

On this occasion, preparations were essential before divulging my intelligence to the racial alliance.

The item I intended to craft could serve as a strong incentive for the alliance members.

Without it, gaining their backing for this venture might prove challenging.

After all, their own priorities came first, and they wouldn't be inclined to assist if they perceived themselves as threatened.

Arriving at the workshop, I found Queenie idly lounging about, which didn't catch me off guard.

I had provided her with a portion of my creation-attributed divine energy, expecting her to combine it with her own in the molds to forge weapons.

Although she procrastinated, she hadn't entirely neglected my assignments, as some of her insects were employing her divine energy to produce the weapons. Still, the pace was far slower than if she'd handled it personally.

This left her utterly unprepared when I entered the workshop.

This space had been specially built for her use, so no one else was present to oversee her activities. In any case, few could monitor her given her status as a god’s messenger.

"What are you doing back so soon? Weren’t you busy with other things?" Queenie remarked, sounding like she was justifying herself, but I saw through it.

"Have you finished all of the orders that I gave you before I left?"

Queenie averted her gaze upon hearing this, clearly avoiding eye contact with me.

Her reaction alone confirmed the answer.

Yet, now wasn't the moment to reprimand her for it.

Instead, it was time to extract maximum effort from her and accelerate the weapon production.

That's why I seized Queenie and stated, "You’ll just have to make up for it."

A stunned expression crossed Queenie’s features as she stared at me. She appeared speechless in the face of my determined look, but I offered no opportunity for rebuttal.

With plans to push her relentlessly, I had no intention of letting her wriggle out of it.

Thus, I pulled Queenie toward the molds arranged along the edge.

The dwarves had crafted these molds during my absence, producing a substantial number. There were far more than Queenie and I could possibly complete together.

But for the moment, our focus was on filling as many as feasible.

Ultimately, the key priority was manufacturing the largest quantity of weapons possible.

To that end, I began infusing my divine energy into Queenie.

Queenie shot me a displeased glance, but that failed to halt the flow of my divine energy into her. After all, this method was the sole way to compel her to contribute fully.

By pouring my divine energy into her this way, it accumulated within until she was compelled to expel it.

Consequently, she called forth her insects and directed the divine energy through them.

Through the insects, my divine energy blended with hers before flowing into the molds.

Once inside the molds, it wasn't long before they brimmed with energy, allowing the creation-attributed divine energy to perform its function. Soon enough, weapons took shape within them.

Following formation, the insects ejected the weapons from the molds and affixed them to their handles.

This workshop was engineered for the insects to manage the entire process independently. It was meant to enable Queenie to churn out these weapons en masse, but she'd been dawdling.

Now, however, I was driving her to perform.

Within mere minutes, the initial batch was complete and primed for deployment.

I paused briefly to admire these weapons before announcing, "Now, let’s move onto the next batch."

"You slave driver!" Queenie grumbled, though my injection of additional divine energy continued unabated.

I recognized that her temperament would lead her to resist if I displayed any vulnerability.

Therefore, relentless pressure was necessary to prevent her from slipping back into idleness.

At present, our efforts centered on rapid mass production.