The sea breeze was cool. In autumn, the morning mist over Boralus did not disperse until nine.
Lucille was tallying grain orders bound for the Eastern Kingdoms at the harbor. Since maritime trade had resumed, Kul Tiras had reclaimed its position as the Alliance's economic leader through its formidable industrial output and grain production.
Ever since Byron had left the Norwington Merchants' Guild to rejoin the military, old Chairman Floyd had wished he had forty-eight hours a day to work. After the Family Council's restructuring, he had also taken charge of numerous merchants' guilds. His political standing had soared overnight, elevating him from guild chairman to Kul Tiras's finance minister.
Floyd, however, did not consider greater authority a good thing. The more matters he could oversee, the greater his responsibilities became.
With no other choice, Floyd petitioned Rowan to expand the Kul Tiras Economic Committee, selecting talented people to help the committee coordinate the nation's economy.
When Rowan received the proposal, his mind had been entirely focused on the planned counteroffensive against Northrend. Only then did he realize that he had neglected domestic economic development.
Fortunately, Rowan had two excellent candidates at his side: Lucille and Illucia.
As members of his harem, Lucille and Illucia were thoroughly wasted on the guild's routine affairs. Since they were his own people, he could also trust them with the work.
And so Rowan had Floyd arrange for both women to join the Economic Committee.
"Miss, look! Isn't that the warship Young Master Rowan was aboard?"
As the sea fog gradually cleared, Anna pointed toward the distant entrance to Sailgather Harbor, her face alight with delight.
These past few days, her mistress had called out Young Master Rowan's name even in her dreams, more than a dozen times a night.
Now that Young Master