It was June, late spring, and the weather had begun to warm. Large birds with brightly colored feathers flew across the sky from time to time, while graceful seabirds often appeared on the open ground at Far-Sail Port. Their feathers were pure white, their legs slender, and their round black eyes wonderfully bright, making them endearing to anyone who saw them.
These seabirds all loved resting here.
Druid teachings had a strong influence in the Tatshaw Territory. Even the ordinary residents treated these seabirds with great kindness.
For that very reason, the open ground at Far-Sail Port became a gathering place for flocks of seabirds at this time every year.
And as the weather gradually warmed, more and more allied fleets arrived at Far-Sail Port from the distant Holy War battlefields to replenish their supplies of canned vegetables.
Every order for canned vegetables was enormous, and the merchants who processed them in the Tatshaw Territory had made several handsome profits.
Compared with the merchants' excitement, the soldiers arriving at the port looked exhausted, even if they were not all utterly dejected.
The Holy War had begun at the start of the year. What they had expected to win in a single offensive had instead become a prolonged conflict.
Moreover, the Demon Calamity had only just ended, and many soldiers in the Human Allied Forces had grown weary of war.
One good way to ease that weariness and soothe their spirits was to spread gossip.
After mischievously startling a few seabirds into flight, the soldiers in the distance burst into laughter.
Two soldiers working at the port, however, could not get away, since they were responsible for loading and unloading the canned food.
"Have you heard? The Elves launched another surprise attack on a Radiance Church base."
"What surprise attack? They