"Ugh..."
In the prince's office at Anvil Fortress, Chris stretched after finishing a pile of paperwork. He rose and walked to the window, looking up at the distant greenery as a breeze carrying a few wisps of rain blew inside.
The hazy summer drizzle draped the vast plains in the distance in a thin veil. Chris's gaze pierced that curtain woven from moisture and settled on the vibrant land beyond Anvil Fortress's enormous shadow.
There, summer cultivation was at its busiest.
The fortress's towering, cold, hard outline formed a strange contrast with the soft, wet landscape below, alive with the rhythm of labor.
The rain-soaked earth had turned a deep reddish brown, as though brimming with strength.
Countless narrow field ridges divided the land into neat squares like lines on a chessboard. Some of those squares were already filled with newly planted seedlings, tender green and timid, swaying gently in the breeze like a thin green velvet blanket freshly spread over the earth.
"How beautiful!"
Chris sighed in admiration, appreciating the beautiful landscape he had created. As he enjoyed the view, he also considered the rescue of the distant Tia Family.
Black-and-White Bear had played a major role in the operation, while the Varangian Warband's tragic heroism and the other players who had deliberately betrayed them left Chris feeling... well, something difficult to describe.
Forget it, forget it. Players are just like that. Chris did not care to comment any further. In any case, from what he had observed, more than half of White Rock City's granaries had been destroyed.
Just as Black-and-White had planned, on the third day after White Rock City's granaries were destroyed, the Minisia troops in the mountains began withdrawing. Until then, they had been fighting the Mountain Tiger Warband's players while continuing to search the