That day, the royal schedule was clear. All of Griwegrave's matters had been managed, albeit with a lot of help. This peace was the fruit of Count Dustin’s efforts—the new head of the province.

He knelt by the Troppe River, watching the fish swim rapidly in the waves. It was one of his favorite places to escape to; the calm of the water's flow always helped him clear his head.

He sighed—it was hard work, being a nobleman. While he enjoyed many luxuries that the commonfolk missed out on, he had to micromanage thousands of people, businesses, and industries within the boundaries of Griwegrave.