"Mr. Portman, you say that three of the workers who went out to cut wood last night are missing?"
On the fifth day of Cardman City's special event, Milian received some bad news early in the morning.
She was sipping a strangely flavored tea that was somewhat invigorating, looking at the captain of the camp guards, who was once a policeman in the outer city area of Cardman City. He now commands a total of 30 camp guards.
The somewhat bald and chubby man in front of Milian was wiping sweat from his forehead.
Even though Milian was young enough to be his daughter, his life and newly acquired position hung in her word, filling him with awe.
This emotion was keenly observed by the red-haired girl.
She didn't mind the feeling of being respected, so she adopted the demeanor of the managers she had observed in her memories and slowed her speech to ask:
