The people of Maliro were very pragmatic.
Isabella was indeed the general's daughter, and she was qualified to inherit the power and territory he had left behind. But people still had to live, didn't they?
Ideals couldn't fill one's stomach. While some people in the Federation might believe that ideals weren't necessarily incapable of doing so, the people of Maliro had already reached this conclusion through personal experience.
Ideals really couldn't fill one's stomach.
Whether it was unifying Maliro and establishing a new order,
or building a peaceful homeland without war,
those were all empty words. Having ideals didn't mean one could stop eating.
People needed to eat even when they had ideals, and they needed to eat more. Only when they were full would they have the strength to realize their ideals.
The people here hadn't been able to fill their stomachs lately. They had no source of income, and the funds they had on hand weren't substantial either.
Some of it was used to purchase essential supplies such as firearms and ammunition, while a small portion was spent on food.
Even their wages had become quite meager.
They hadn't needed to worry about these things in the past, because the general and Every Moment had arranged everything for them.
Every month, large quantities of food and supplies entered through the Border Line between the Federation and Maliro. They had never needed to worry about poor meals or insufficient weapons and supplies.
But now, they felt it.
If this place hadn't been so far from the other warlords, and if the roads hadn't been so dangerous, some of these people might have already slipped away.
Hunger was no pleasant feeling. They sold their lives to the warlords simply in hopes of eating their fill, keeping their families from being