"Viscount Ange's territory was remarkably peaceful." Nathan Klais looked at the lush green fields outside the window and sighed with a smile.
Along the way, he saw orderly villages, people working in the fields, and even several small magic windmills turning slowly in the distance. It gave him a rare sense of peace and stability.
"It's not exactly 'peaceful,'" Ang said calmly, though there was a hint of confidence in his voice. "It's just that everyone is fairly satisfied with their current lives. When people are satisfied, they won't stir up trouble so easily."
As soon as he finished speaking, a noble suddenly pointed out the carriage window and said quietly, "Huh? Those people working the fields... are they Ganbu people?"
Russi Kota's gaze sharpened as he looked in the indicated direction.
Sure enough, quite a few Ganbu people were laboring in the fields. Their skin was slightly darker, and though lean, their bodies were sturdy.
He frowned and said in a low voice, "When we fought on the Ganbru Plane, I never saw them behave this obediently."
At those words, several nobles and guards crowded over to look, whispering among themselves with astonishment on their faces.
They had all experienced the Ganbru War firsthand. They knew the Ganbu people were fiercely wild and resistant, a people difficult to control even after they had been beaten into submission.
Yet now, they were silently farming in Ang's territory. The contrast left them feeling incredulous.
"This truly is strange." Nathan Klais looked into the distance thoughtfully. "I'm afraid this is also why we find Viscount Ange's method of governance so surprising."
Ang smiled but did not explain further.
He knew these people would find it difficult to truly understand what lay behind the Ganbu people's transformation—not merely military intimidation, but institutional reforms,