About two months had passed since the West Way had been turned into a literal aquarium-slash-nursery, and life was finally moving at a pace that didn't involve me being a horizontal pincushion.
My stitches were a memory, my energy was back—mostly—and the Sovereign Wing had finally stopped smelling like a fish market.
Harvest season is over, and we have a big haul. The rabbits and sheep dedicated the first harvest to my children and me. That's right. We now have bread and dough, huhu.
Also, the shoes are spreading now. The rabbits have gotten a hang of it and are now mass-producing shoes. The ones on my feet are a vip work, haha.
Now, there are almost no females on bare feet. The males want to stay barefoot because they feel their hunting efficiency is faster if they have little clothing.
In any case, I made a rule that no one was to enter my palace without shoes. Don't dirty my floors and give the workers a hard time.
