Expecting nobles to do work that was beneath their dignity was unreasonable in itself.
But when you thought of it as prisoners of war doing the work, it became acceptable.
Of course, Derrick wasn't a prisoner of war.
The Magic Crystal Ball had recorded everything that had happened.
As everyone knew, recordings couldn't be altered.
So.
Everyone knew that Famati had used the Gluttony Seed, sending the entire city into a beautiful Illusion Realm, while Derrick had used underhanded mental magic to drag things out.
That had bought time for the Principality of Olexian's army to arrive.
And by coincidence, the last descendant of Laisiya's family—the one everyone had given up on, who'd been arguing with Famati—had awakened her bloodline and managed to set Famati straight.
What was even more moving was that she truly was a Saintess. Everyone knew who had ordered the purge.
With all that, the Kingdom of Ivrea had done just about every bad thing there was.
They had no leg to stand on.
And now the other side was even saying that they didn't care about the people, and making them repair infrastructure to help the commoners.
Reinhardt used the wand in his hand to lift the soil and move it to either side, forming the rough outline of a canal.
Behind him, people who had once been slaves, serfs, or commoners worked with tools in hand.
Some of them arranged the cut stones, spreading mortar before setting them in place.
This kind of work was easy for them. All they had to do was wave their wands and reshape the terrain.
The mages soon finished putting the canal together. At that point, they had to go help elsewhere.
The people who couldn't use magic would finish the construction.
The mages gradually walked away.
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