If Phield were to die, without the protection of the Lord's Domain, Nightfall Domain would collapse as well. Not to mention that food was limited—watching the supplies steadily diminish created a kind of anxiety that only those who experienced it could truly understand.
"Ahem, no problem. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I won't leave the territory for too long." Phield made an OK gesture as he leapt down from his warhorse. He stretched his shoulders—marching on horseback for so long was exhausting. Waving his hand, he said, "We've returned in victory. Arrange for the villagers to cook for the army. Also let everyone taste some meat—at least a small piece for each person."
Fodder was limited, and the livestock that had to be eaten couldn't be spared too much.
"Yes, my lord. I'll arrange it immediately. But first, I'll see to lunch preparations."
Kaor eagerly pushed open the doors of the great winery.
