Elsa took a deep breath and nodded gently.
The Communion actually needed no preparations at all. However many refugees poured in, they could handle them; plague and disease were no great problem.
But since this was a declaration of war, they had to answer it openly and crush those plots and schemes head-on!
Elliot urgently advanced a batch of believers, bringing more people into the Courtyard, while the Hearthfire District prepared shelters and food ahead of time.
Food had originally been a major problem. The Sterling Family had once been able to buy grain easily, and the Hearthfire District was close to the Royal Canal, making grain transport effortless.
But the nobles had, naturally, restricted food from entering.
For the Industrial District, controlling the inflow of grain was practically a death sentence. After all, however great your production capacity, you could not hammer bread out of a furnace.
But-the Communion had its own ways of dealing with this.
Elliot had wanted to try whether [Primordial Blood] was edible, but Maeve had refused.
"[Primordial Blood] is formed from gathered Blood Vampires. It's unclean. Who knows, it might even have parasites."
"Most importantly, it definitely doesn't taste as good as me!"
In short, the Communion had some secret channels for obtaining food.
With the Communion's members on full alert, the refugee tide arrived.
Allen stood on high ground, surveying the densely packed crowd below.
Most were locals from the Imperial Capital, though some had come to try their luck after finding themselves unable to survive elsewhere. They were a motley assortment from every walk of life.
Now, they no longer distinguished between high and low status. All clung to the barriers outside the Hearthfire District, gazing longingly at the pots giving off delicious aromas inside.
The Hearthfire District had originally had no