The army had set out, but the territory remained as busy as ever.
That day, it was nearing noon. In Far-Sail Port City's political center—the newly built administrative building—ordinary clerks bustled back and forth, most of them heading to nearby restaurants.
Some who lived closer to home climbed into carriages and hurried in the direction of their houses.
Nick arrived at the second-floor meeting hall. This place had practically become where Tatshaw Territory's upper ranks gathered most often lately.
A large map lay spread across the table, and Romon's entire attention was focused on it. In order to arrange the territory's many affairs clearly, he had adopted this method.
He would spread out a map of the territory before him and analyze matters together with several trusted subordinates.
Every major project would first be discussed by everyone, the feasible plans analyzed, and only then would one be chosen.
"My lord, how do you plan to handle this?" Cassil asked as he looked at the map as well.
Romon had gathered them this time to discuss the enrollment of Giant Eagle Academy's new batch of students.
The last time they had recruited their first batch of students, they had chosen the Giant Eagle Academy office in Rock Town as the place to assess applicants.
Now, Giant Eagle Academy's reputation was growing greater and greater. By then, the number of people taking the new student selection test would likely reach a frightening level.
Before this test began, Romon, as the school's principal and founder as well as the lord of Tatshaw Territory, had to come up with a workable plan as quickly as possible.
"What else can we do? We can only spread out the locations. The office isn't very large. If it were only a thousand people, it might still be