Perhaps because there was a Magic Weave anchor right next door, Aglaia City had remained relatively quiet.
After obtaining Hill's approval, Lynn allowed the citizens to leave their homes every afternoon, though they were forbidden from leaving the Mythal's boundaries.
The world was still far from stable.
Hill could sense fragile spaces collapsing and reforming in the distance, while Toril's Nature Consciousness had never managed to awaken.
He looked worriedly toward the High Forest. Its spatial barrier was even more fragile than elsewhere, and he had no idea what it might become.
But at a time like this, they could only look after themselves first.
Fortunately, Martha and Liszt were able to begin working again. Though they still could not appear in public, the various facilities in Aglaia City and the Floating Castle began operating once more.
When the shop street lit up and reopened its doors, suppressed cheers rose from the citizens of Aglaia. Watching the Temple of the Sea God continuously take in refugees, they had been deeply worried about the city's food reserves. Those refugees had surely brought no supplies with them and could only rely on relief from the lord of the city.
So although Lynn had always appeared composed, the complete silence from the shop street had still worried them greatly.
It could not be helped. The citizens of Aglaia did not have much food stored away themselves, and they were accustomed to shopping at stores under the city lord's banner every so often.
Although Lynn had said that the city warehouses held abundant food supplies, and a grocery store near City Hall had opened for limited food purchases, when faced with a disaster of unknown duration, everyone still paid closer attention to the city lord's response.
He was the one who would decide Aglaia