We turn our view back to the north.
As the saying goes, a skilled warrior wins no great renown.
A well-governed nation suffers no great disasters, and its people live in peace.
Lynn's Aningsbe government kept talking about a food crisis.
But in reality, to the people, it was all alarmist nonsense.
They kept shouting that a crisis was coming, that a crisis was coming.
Yet apart from food rationing and a ban on buying extra, nothing else had happened.
Everyone still ate and drank as usual.
In fact, people were even becoming better off.
The only ones affected were those Holy Mother traitors and Demon Race spies.
The new government never trusted empty words. It trusted only those who did the work.
The Church's Judgment Court had been dismantled by the new courts, and all the Demon Race spies posing as kind-hearted nuns had been laid off.
Large-scale infrastructure projects continued. The military was being reorganized, its weapons replaced—all in preparation for the future.
Once, he had been a conscript in the Kingdom of Ivrea.
Jack.
Now he had a few days to return home in glory.
"Enjoy your leave, soldier!"
"Thank you!"
Jack returned to his hometown.
Everything had changed so quickly.
He had been a soldier who surrendered, but they had immediately broken up and reorganized his unit, then sent them all over to suppress bandits.
His hometown had changed a lot, too.
The streets of the shabby little town used to be nothing but muddy ruts, but now there was a stretch of compacted dirt road.
It had been built very neatly.
The ramshackle homes hastily thrown together in the Outer City had all been replaced with new houses.
The idle hooligans and Adventurers were nowhere to be seen, either.
Strangely enough, when an old man