"Are there only a few doses of this medicine?" Matron Cynthia pressed.
"Of course not. This is merely the first batch of finished products. Next, the factories under White Stone City's research institute will work at full capacity to produce the New Plague Bane and help our allied tribes through this crisis," Cecilia said.
"How long exactly will it take? My people cannot hold out much longer." Matron Cynthia was truly frightened. She had already experienced the delaying tactics of White Stone City's humans.
Fortunately, Cecilia gave her a precise answer. "Seven days at most."
Matron Cynthia let out a breath of relief. From her observations, the higher a noble's status, the more weight their promises carried. If those words had come from Knight Marco, she would have had her doubts, but Cecilia's credibility was undoubtedly higher.
Of course, the Drow Elves were different. Due to their faith in Spider Queen Lolth, the Drow Elves' upper ranks instead took pride in breaking promises and profiting from dishonesty.
Seeing Matron Cynthia's relieved expression, Cecilia added, "Matron, scouts reported two days ago that Remnant spies from the Sinlands have begun infiltrating the Northland. I hope your side can send experts skilled in detection to capture them."
"No problem." At a time like this, Matron Cynthia naturally granted every request, at least on the surface.
Cecilia was not fooled. "We do not know exactly how many Remnant spies there are, but a conservative estimate puts them at no fewer than ten squads. I hope your side can capture at least half of them. Otherwise, if they sabotage the medicine factories' production, I am afraid we may not be able to deliver on schedule."
"...I understand." Matron Cynthia naturally heard the veiled threat beneath Cecilia's gentle words.
"Then I shall take my leave."
After