In Kynigo's mayor's manor, Pelaros sighed as he slouched into his couch. His company today was Myropsis and Evale. They were both just as despondent. Work simply kept piling up.
Originally, Myropsis had come to her uncle's to avoid all the trouble her birth brought. Somehow, it was all catching up to them. Perhaps not in the form of political struggles, but the responsibility she felt was certainly heavy.
"At least we've managed to avoid further damage." Evale mumbled. "We've also confirmed their army's size. We should be able to handle it with our preparations..."
The unspoken intent was clear. They would be fine as long as their enemies weren't too strong. With the monsters wreaking havoc in the west, the chaos land's armies laying waste in the north, and the undead already besieging the east, the kingdom was spread thin.
