Atop the bustling city walls, a young and handsome nobleman stood beside a petite and charming puppet-like lady, both gazing at the carts rolling in, forming a golden river of wheat.
"How does it feel?"
Ansel placed his hand on Ravenna's shoulder, his voice soft and gentle.
"...It's wonderful," she murmured, her eyes reflecting the vast sea of wheat.
"Why do you find it wonderful?"
Ansel's hand caressed Ravenna's cheek, reveling in the irresistible softness under his fingertips. He chuckled lightly, "Because you see potential and change, right?"
"Yes," Ravenna did not mind Ansel's hand on her face, "A perfect success, just from this small piece of land, with the yield from the soil enhancement potions, imagine the entire empire..."
The female scholar's voice rose, her tone excited and hurried: "It must... it surely can—"
