"Trouble? What kind of trouble could my army have? I think you worry too much."
Milton Adler's expression didn't change, but the faint flicker in his eyes did not escape Flora Bloom's observation.
"Oh? Is that so? Does your base have plenty of food? Is everyone well-fed? In that case, it seems I've misjudged the situation." The military had already let ordinary survivors into this vital stronghold, and those people were so hungry they had started fighting over food.
Flora Bloom shrugged. "I have my reasons for borrowing a boat. If I can't, I'll just have to spend more time taking the land route. I'll get there eventually."
Hearing this, Milton Adler raised an eyebrow, and a look of realization dawned on him. "You're going to Morhaven?"
Flora Bloom nodded, not denying it.
