Josh had been extremely busy lately.
Blood Port had been thrown into turmoil for a time by the Life Mother Goddess Church's rebellion. Josh knew his own limits—he was only an ordinary person. If he wanted to protect this group of refugees from the Northern Territory in a Blood Port crawling with cultists, he had to be all the more cautious and careful.
Although Castel had sent him some positive signals, it was still best to remain careful until the dust had settled.
Fortunately, those cultists seemed completely uninterested in their Mystic Society, and they had not suffered any harassment.
Yet there were always starving people coming to ask for help. At first, Josh had been deeply troubled. He could not simply leave them alone, but the Mystic Society's numbers and territory kept growing while their food supplies dwindled.
Thankfully, the Life Mother Goddess Church had made a major move, seizing the grain stores in the Upper District and distributing the food to the starving. The pressure on Josh's side immediately eased.
He had even considered contacting them to buy some food. The goods he had bought on credit from Castel had been exchanged for quite a bit of money, and he still had some left.
The moment he thought of Castel, Josh's expression became complicated.
That day, Grandma had come looking for them and wanted to take them away, but he and his companions had all refused. At the time, they had stayed in the chaotic Blood Port with the resolve to die there if necessary.
He had never expected the rebellion to end with such startling speed.
That prince had cut through the chaos with swift, decisive measures, ending the rebellion before immediately launching all kinds of reforms. Josh had barely had time to react.
Fortunately, everything had