It had been a day since the relocation began.
He called Zachary, who was in charge of internal affairs, to ask about the atmosphere in the territory.
"How are the immigrants settling in?"
"They seem to be mixing in well enough. They seem to like their new homes."
"Is there any trouble with the original settlers?"
"Not at all. In fact, the settlers seem to have calmed down after meeting them."
When two groups meet, they inevitably influence each other.
Sometimes, the atmosphere of the original group is overtaken by the newcomers.
Just like how democracy spread in every direction when the class system was taken for granted.
However, according to Zachary, it seemed to be the opposite.
"There aren't any major troubles between them, but the settlers treat the immigrants like half-wits. They're worried that they might stir up some trouble."
"Trouble? What kind of trouble?"
