"Your Highness, the first wave of people will soon arrive at Metropolita."
At a large storage house, Raul stacked a large bag of rice on top of another, helping his men stock supplies in a warehouse for the returning refugees of East Kandria. He wore a simple tank top and trousers, along with a helmet for safety.
"Your Highness…" the man's voice returned once more with a hint of dissatisfaction. "You don't have to do heavy labor anymore. You're still a member of the royal family. Please think about your status."
Raul simply smiled as he wiped some sweat from his face with a towel handed to him, gazing at the bright light of the morning sun. "It's hot today."
"All the more reason for you to rest." His subordinate walked over to him with a concerned expression. "You don't have to lower yourself to this kind of work, Raul."
