"Sir Roland, your instructions have been passed along."
"Oh? How did you handle it?"
"The Feilie Army's arrangements are fairly thorough, so we couldn't find any openings on short notice. But the Purple-Skinned Orcs' cooks were temporarily reassigned. They rely on their powerful constitutions and don't fear ordinary poison or spoiled food, as long as they get plenty of meat and fish.
"We arranged for a spy to bring the stuff in, passing it off as expensive ingredients produced locally in Northsen Territory.
"To get those orcs to eat more, we even used spices worth their weight in gold. We also promised the spy five thousand gold coins.
"If everything goes smoothly, they'll be eating it tomorrow morning."
"Heh, a generous reward always brings out the brave. For a few thousand gold coins, some people would risk their lives.
"But suddenly adding expensive ingredients might arouse suspicion. To improve our chances, I'll give him another little helping hand in secret."
After hearing Jonis's report, Roland sketched a simple magic array right there in the command tent, piled up various treasures worth over twenty-five hundred gold coins, and cast a Level 7 spell.
"Limited Wish!"
"~~~,~~~~~~~~~~!"
A mysterious power merged into the void and soon vanished from sight.
"Get up and get to work, you lazy bastards!"
Before dawn broke in the opposing camp, the cooks and laborers were roused by their supervisor's shouting.
Soon, some were chopping wood, others fetching water, lighting fires, or cutting vegetables.
Everyone began working in the spring chill.
"Fucking hell... that son of a bitch. Would it kill him to let us start a little later?"
"He really does work us like beasts of burden, doesn't he?"
The cooks grumbled and cursed their bastard of a boss.
But with a major battle looming, they