Kindling Town was bustling beyond measure. Three round trips by thirty frame ships had transported supplies, serfs, knights, and craftsmen, gathering nearly eight thousand people around the Spark Plain—already comparable to the population of some small cities.
When Liszt had first been granted Flower Town, its population had numbered barely over a thousand.
Furnal Ink strode toward a newly opened tavern in Kindling Town.
"Viscount."
"Viscount Furnal."
Quite a few knights without leather armor immediately greeted him in halting Snake Script. He responded to them in the same halting Snake Script.
The official language of Kindling Town was Snake Script. The great Dragon Knight lord had decreed that the knightly class must use Snake Script for everyday communication.
As for ordinary commoners, there were no such requirements. They could speak either Snake Script or Wind Speech.
Furnal understood perfectly well that the lord was "de-Eagle-izing" them, diluting the Eagle Kingdom label attached to these knights. But he felt it was unnecessary, because the knights had never held much loyalty toward the Eagle Kingdom to begin with. They were loyal only to their own lords.
And the lords of these knights had all surrendered to the great Dragon Knight, His Highness Liszt Flame.
A small number of lords had paid their own ransoms and returned home, yet forgotten their followers, naturally failing to earn the knights' loyalty. Thus, most of the knights here wholeheartedly looked forward to the future Flame Kingdom. Being granted the status of founding contributors would surely be better than muddling through their former lives in obscurity.
Besides, following a great Dragon Knight was a glory far beyond serving an ordinary lord.
Everyone knew that His Highness Liszt was not merely a Dragon Knight. He also had a Magician at his side to assist him. The Flame Kingdom's