"Huh?" Leticia had watched Yuffie think for several minutes, and had gotten so bored that she'd started playing with her cake. Then Yuffie suddenly spoke up. Had she come up with a good solution?
"What solution?"
"As for the red eyes, we can keep investigating in secret. But I think I should learn how to become a social butterfly, like you."
"Huh?" Leticia had never imagined that Yuffie saw her as a social butterfly. Confused, she could only blurt out, like a groundhog, "Huh?"
Why would her perfect, aloof Highness want to become a social butterfly?
And saying that so expressionlessly was completely out of character!
Was that supposed to be a joke?
If Little Lilim, the fake angel, or Eve, the dark schemer, had called herself a social butterfly, Leticia might have believed her.
"No. I mean, bringing people together." Yuffie held out her hand. "The map."
"Your Highness, here you are." In less than five seconds, Mia had respectfully handed over the map. Once Yuffie took it, everything on the small table was cleared away. "The Winter Wheat in the south has only just been harvested, which means they have plenty of food."
"The south is in dire need of rebuilding. The plague and the war have greatly reduced its population, and it needs money. That would also support my faction."
"We can have the Grand Duke of the South sell his Winter Wheat to Lynn in the north."
"Even if the south sells all its Winter Wheat, it won't suffer. They still have their spring wheat to harvest, and since they've been recovering for so long, every household in the south has food to spare. Selling it won't hurt them."
"But my brother will definitely try to stop it. Still, we can have Lynn sell some so-called