Querella was busy sorting through the files in her room, carefully reviewing the calculations and stock ledgers submitted by the ministers. From time to time, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she noticed the sudden surge in numbers compared to the previous year.
She looked almost like a child, flipping through last year's reports and making comparisons that left her quietly giggling in delight. Such growth would have been impossible had they continued with their conventional methods. Relying solely on magicians to meet the essential needs of the crops had been slow and inefficient—and worse, it had been steadily draining the farmers themselves.
Thanks to Adrian, that dependence had finally been broken. Crop production was no longer just sustainable; it was faster, healthier, and more abundant than ever before.
Smiling, she leaned back against the headboard when, suddenly—"Huh?"
