Signs of the Final Battle

The world outside had gradually begun to stir, but it had not affected Evan's established pace in the slightest. Construction within the duchy continued to advance in an orderly fashion.

Inside the Sorcery Garden · Chichen Itza Pyramid, Mairo, dressed in a long golden fish-tail gown, stood demurely behind Evan and Olivia. For the sake of her performance evaluation, she had been diligently doing her job lately.

"Master, the population replacement was completely finished yesterday. There are no longer any Anuma People within our borders."

It had been over a year since they had absorbed this ten-million-square-kilometer territory into the duchy.

Although the Sirius People had lost the entire north, life still had to go on.

To support the War of Independence that had already lasted a year and only continued to intensify, the gold and silver mines of the three major viceroyalties in the south of the New Continent were operating at full capacity to raise military funds for the homeland. The slave trade, meanwhile, had become even more prosperous.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Evan exchanged 400,000 Anuma Slaves with the colonies of the southern nations for an equal number of Atelian slaves and Nimanster People contract slaves whose terms of service lasted no more than seven years.

From the perspective of labor, Evan had indeed taken a loss on this deal. But for the duchy's policy of optimizing its population structure from the very beginning, it was of tremendous significance.

In the national policy he had long established, the duchy's principal ethnic groups would consist of the Nimanster People and the Mestizo People of mixed Nimanster and Atelian descent, ensuring the nation's long-term stability to the greatest extent possible.

"Very good, Lady Mairo. From now on, you may activate your Childbearing Authority with all your strength. Treat