"Oh?"
Gavin looked up curiously and asked the general softly.
"Could you tell me about your camp's system and rules? I want to know why women have become a problem here."
At that, Gavin shrugged and said with a melancholy smile.
"You see, in the Alliance, the only problem involving women is their numbers. We simply have too few women, so few that they make up only about a quarter of our total population."
"Which means half the Alliance's population consists of bachelors destined never to have a steady partner!"
"Just listen to those numbers, and you'll know how much I have to worry about. Those bastards have no ties holding them down. Ordinary methods won't keep them in line."
"So what about you, Elijah? Why have women become a different kind of problem here? Tell me."
"Mm."
The general nodded, choosing not to hide anything. With the conversation having reached this point, it was time to be frank with Gavin. Concealing anything now would only mean making trouble for himself.
He tapped the table with his hand and explained quietly.
"As far as the ratio of men to women goes, Home has a problem similar to the Alliance's. The number of women never keeps up."
"Still, compared to your one-quarter ratio, Home has a slightly higher proportion of women, around a third."
"Home currently has five hundred and ninety-two people, of whom one hundred and ninety-eight are women. That's about a third, enough for us to barely manage."
"But I made a mistake, neither major nor minor, right when I founded this camp. Gavin, I hope you can learn from it."
At that, the general shook his head regretfully.
"You know, Gavin, Home's founding wasn't as simple as other people imagine. Back then, we were really just a group