After the bonfire party, the merfolk lady responsible for developing this region came to see Kroya.
With no outsiders around, she made no attempt to hide her considerable respect for him-this was the godfather of the Merfolk Tribe's next king, after all.
The current king and queen had only one child. Royal succession among such supernatural races was actually somewhat better than in human kingdoms, since bloodline alone determined everything.
Tredan carried the Merfolk King's bloodline. Even if he spent every day lazing around in the sea, he would become Legendary after a thousand years-a Legendary blessed by a deity, no less.
When Kroya learned this, he fell silent for a very, very long time, and ultimately could only let out a deep sigh.
These damn bloodlines!
"My lord," the merfolk lady asked cautiously, "would you like to make the arrangements for that wine yourself? I've already sealed it away with magic."
"Huh?" Kroya looked puzzled. "Why did you seal it away? I was planning to use it."
"..."
The merfolk lady was on the verge of tears.
If you don't explain yourself, how am I supposed to know whether you want to use it or take it back for something else? After serving royalty for so many years, caution had become second nature to her.
She truly dared not do anything without explicit instructions. She might not earn any credit that way, but at least she would not make mistakes.
Still, Kroya understood that he had failed to explain himself.
"It's my fault for not making things clear," he said with a smile. "We'll use this wine to improve the soil. I've already signed a contract with the Rock Ape Tribe, and they'll keep supplying it.
"Also...
"The Rock Ape Tribe is actually quite good at farming. If possible,