Nalant's first banquet in his new castle proceeded smoothly.
The noble representatives were all highly satisfied with Nalant's hospitality. Even the elite knights accompanying them had delicious food to enjoy.
After this, Storm Territory's name would surely become familiar throughout the Sacred Continent.
Of course, Storm Territory no longer necessarily needed fine food and wine to spread its fame. The Beastfolk had already begun making plans to make the Sacred Continent pay a price for Nalant's invasion of their territory.
That Fox Clan sage had summoned the leaders of the small tribes Nalant had plundered and sent them to the Orc Royal Court.
They would meet the Beast King directly and have him lodge a solemn protest with the humans, condemning Nalant's shameless actions.
When the time came, faced with a conflict between the two races, the Alliance's upper ranks would certainly not dare neglect it. They would need to gather the Alliance's representatives and discuss how to communicate with the Beastfolk.
Nalant had no idea the Beastfolk still had another move waiting for him. The day after the banquet, he began seeing off the noble representatives.
In addition, those noble representatives took away quite a few Storm Territory specialties.
If the goods sold well this time, there would be no shortage of merchant caravans coming to Storm Territory in the future.
At present, the only thing restricting Storm Territory's development was its overly remote location. Even reaching the nearest duchy took at least ten days to half a month.
"My lord, as instructed, ten such iron vats have been forged. The blacksmiths and apprentices are still working at full speed, and the remaining five will be completed within a week at most!"
After seeing off the noble representatives from the empires and duchies, Nalant's territory returned to peace.