The problem with the Blade's Edge Mountains turned out exactly as Rex had expected. After he gathered everyone and explained the matter, their response matched his predictions perfectly. The others believed it was enough to keep watch over the factions in the Blade's Edge Mountains. As for developing the camp into something like the camps elsewhere, they held out no hope at all.
There was simply no reason to develop the resource-starved Blade's Edge Mountains.
So when they heard that the Gnomes wanted resources, they all reached the same conclusion and flatly refused.
Just as Rex had expected, the result left the Gnome bitterly disappointed.
However, the Gnome did not leave. He remained at the Expeditionary Force camp and began persistently trying to persuade Rex. Over the past two days, Rex had seen him repeatedly, listening to his endless chatter as he pestered him without giving up.
Rex could only shake his head at this. This was how Western society worked. Had this been the East, would the fellow have dared to nag like this? Someone would have cut him down long ago, and his corpse would already have begun to rot.
"Your Highness." Rex looked up at the guard who entered and nodded for him to explain what had happened.
The guard gestured, and Rex immediately understood: that Gnome had come again. A troubled look crossed his face. The fellow had been pestering him to the point of utter exasperation.
At the news of the Gnome's arrival, Rex even considered hiding from him. After some thought, he abandoned that idea. Still, he had to find some way to send the Gnome packing. Nobody could stand having someone constantly underfoot like this.
Unfortunately, the Gnome was not a subject of the Kingdom of Gilneas. If he had been, he would