"How long can the current stock in the fortress last?"
Archibald rubbed his head, feeling an intense headache coming on.
Lavinia Montague carefully reviewed the data she had just organized, her expression growing increasingly serious.
"We don't have much wood left, and black iron ore is even scarcer. Most critically, I checked the borax needed for weapon forging, and our borax stores are at zero."
"We could potentially mass-produce various recovery potions, but there's also not much stock of medicinal herbs. If we use them freely, they won't even last a day. With less than three days until the monsters attack the city, there's just too much we need to prepare."
The mission assigned by the academy's senior management was proving to be a headache.
Coordinating on multiple fronts was indeed the most challenging aspect.
Fortunately, they had John, a formidable enforcer, in the First Fortress.
