Preparations for the Magical Beast hunt were not going smoothly.
「Inside the Lord's Mansion study.」
A tremor rumbled up from deep underground.
Parchment scrolls rustled and tumbled from the bookshelves, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Velin reached out and steadied a cup of trembling black tea on his desk.
Ripples spread across the surface of the liquid.
Barrett burst into the study, covered in dust and wearing an anxious expression.
"Lord Velin! Another section of the southern farmland has collapsed!"
"It's worse this time. A massive fissure over ten meters long has opened up!"
"The horses of the newly arrived Golden Sail Commerce Association grain convoy were startled. One horse broke its leg on the spot, and three wagons full of supplies overturned into the ditch!"
Velin said nothing. He simply stood up and walked over to the massive map of his domain on the wall.
He picked up a charcoal pencil and drew another X.
