Everyone in Silverymoon carried out their duties faithfully!
Except Solam... though, come to think of it, he wasn't really one of Silverymoon's people, so it made no difference. That evening, while all of Silverymoon sprang into action to prepare for the next round of challenges, Solam was asleep.
By the next morning, when the orcs charged the walls like madmen, Solam was still asleep.
By noon, when the orcs' assault reached its peak, Solam was still sleep... uh, no, not this time. He was eating.
But he wasn't enjoying his meal. Everyone dining with him was too restless to sit still, constantly glancing toward the city walls. Solam couldn't understand it—could these fools even see what was happening atop the walls from the dining hall?
The maids serving nearby were even more nervous. None of them could focus. Some kept zoning out, others were numb as blocks of wood, and some were trembling all over.
At a time like this, Lilith was probably the only one who could feast without a care, paying no attention whatsoever to what was happening outside.
The atmosphere was utterly unsuitable for a meal. Solam could only set down his knife and fork, wipe his mouth with a napkin, and say helplessly, "Enough already. What the hell does Silverymoon's war have to do with you? What are you getting so worked up for?"
Lilith was drawn by Solam's movement and immediately lifted her head from her plate to look at him.
"Eat. Nothing matters more than eating!" Seeing that they had even disrupted Lilith's lunch, Solam was displeased. Children who didn't eat properly could easily end up as little runts. So Solam decided he would finish eating before teaching this bunch of inexperienced idiots a lesson, lest they affect the child.
But, of course, there