Grand Duke Mayers and Northwind Province

During the autumn harvest, everything unnecessary had to give way to the harvest. In the Empire's other provinces, the panic brought by the Black Swan Assassin had not faded, but Northwind Province could enjoy the joy of abundance.

This year's grain harvest was especially plentiful.

"Transport all the grain to the silos!"

Silos of all sizes had risen across the nobles' territories. They were warehouses for storing food, and there had been none before. It was only after Baron Ryan sent a large number of professional agricultural advisors to the nobles' lands that these silos appeared.

In the end, it was all because grain production had increased. The nobles of Northwind had finally experienced the satisfaction of self-sufficiency.

"Lord Saren, once the autumn harvest is over, we'll be leaving."

The professional advisors stationed in the Baronial Territory tendered their resignations to the Baron. They came from Frozen Earth Territory.

"Ah? You're leaving already?"

The Baron, having enjoyed all sorts of benefits, was naturally reluctant to see them go. He merely asked:

"Then when will you come next year?"

"By Lord Ryan's orders, we will be heading east. We will not be returning to Baron Saren's territory."

"Ah?"

The Baron was filled with regret and reluctance.

"But my slaves haven't learned your techniques yet."

"They have already learned them. Reclaiming land and growing grain is a very simple matter, so long as you, Lord Baron, wish for your lands to produce food."

Bearing the insignia of Frozen Earth Territory, these people traveled unhindered throughout Northwind Province. After more than two years of guidance, grain production in Northwind Province had increased by at least seventy to eighty percent.

That was because Northwind Province's grain output had once been truly pitiful.

During the autumn harvest, the hottest place was naturally the Swampland. Many