A few days later, Highcourt City, banquet hall.
Nearly all the remaining living nobles of the Southlands had gathered together. As they watched the Southlands heir standing before them and explaining his plans, their expressions were rather strange, yet none of them dared voice even the slightest objection. Today, they had seen quite a few of the special troops that had helped them resolve all sorts of War God Church problems some time ago.
Just when everyone thought that, after he finished these formalities and they all voiced their agreement, he would announce their allegiance, this absurdly young heir suddenly changed the subject. "In order to restore my Southlands to its peak as soon as possible, to better prepare the Southlands for the crises that may arise ahead, and to support our swift completion of our ancestors' aspirations, I have decided to establish the Southlands Development & Trade Company... If any of you are interested, you may buy shares in it..."
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The crowd could not help but look suspicious, their eyes filled with wariness.
Everyone knew the current state of the Southlands. Seven or eight out of every ten lords had already been killed, and the only nobles left were people like them. Many free citizens had been transformed into those immensely strong monsters. Even those lucky enough to survive had severely overdrawn their bodies; whether they could last through this year was uncertain.
There was much land and too few people. To make reasonable use of these areas, the most traditional method would have been to grant them to the nobles and knights who had performed well in this war and let them govern separately. Given the special nature of this war, they could understand if the land was not granted to them. But surely it should at