On the evening of the 16th, in the Magic Mirror Room in White Wolf City, Landen stood before the mirror with a smile, chatting amiably with King Peteriev Nicholas of Girislav on the other side.
"Your Majesty, your Sixth Prince Durosong has been doing very well here. Without the Witch to torment him, he's even started to grasp the knack of projecting mana. He might become a Senior Knight before the year is out, and there's no telling whether he could reach High-Rank someday."
"Then I have you to thank for looking after him, Your Majesty Landen." On the other side of the mirror, Peteriev's expression had improved somewhat.
"Your Majesty Landen, Girislav has made great sacrifices to help the Gallop Plains. We've lost vast stretches of territory in the Western Region, not to mention our fishing import quotas from the Southeast Kingdom. In a few years, the proportion of Mana-Wielders among our people will drop sharply."
"Gallop Kingdom has never forgotten Girislav's sacrifices," Landen said with a smile. "But I remember that when Mentor Onayeva Magic-Wheat visited two days ago, she specifically mentioned that Magic-Wheat production near Nikolagrad had increased by more than twenty percent. She was even planning to promote the cultivation of the crop throughout Girislav."
"The basic Magic Plants are indeed yielding more, but that can't make up for the reduced output of mid-grade and higher Magic Potions and Magic Beast Meat. I believe Night-Kirin City should compensate us for those losses. Of course, Girislav is willing to provide more Magic-Wheat stalks."
"Your Majesty, I'd suggest that Girislav build a workshop to process those stalks. Even the royal farms produce enough to supply paper-making and fermentation."
"Hm?" Peteriev gave Landen a very peculiar look through the Magic Mirror, as if he were staring at a monster.