A Great Favor

When Lenster arrived at Victor's camp, the army had already marched out. Only some rear-echelon logistical troops remained behind to wrap things up, and even the prisoners had been taken away.

However, Victor had arranged for his secretary, Tors, to receive Lenster. Lenster had just wanted to ask Tors where Victor had gone and why he had left so suddenly.

But Tors spoke first, cutting him off. "Lord Lenster, this way, please. Our supply camp is over here."

With that, Tors walked at the front to lead Lenster. Lenster tried several times to speak along the way, but Tors kept changing the subject. Only when they finally reached the storage camp did he stop.

When Lenster saw the dozens of towering granaries, packed to the brim with sacks of grain stacked like walls, he froze.

"This is..."

"Lord Lenster, these are the more than two thousand tons of damp, moldy grain my viscount sold to Ironvine Territory.

There are thirty granaries in total, with around two hundred tons stored in each one. Ah, I misspoke!"

Tors recited expressionlessly.

"More than two thousand tons, with an excess of six thousand? And how is any of this grain damp or moldy?"

Lenster walked up to a wall of grain sacks, drew the short sword he carried, and sliced open a corner of one sack. Wheat spilled out with a rustle. He grabbed a handful and sniffed it. It carried the fresh fragrance of grain, without the slightest strange odor.

Lenster was even more speechless now. Over the past year or so, Ironvine Territory had suffered one battle after another, and more than half of the territory's stored grain had long since been consumed. These past few days, aside from worrying about materials for rebuilding the territory, he and his father had worried