The Mist Castle, Vera's territory, was bathed in the afternoon sunlight.
Thanks to Number Five's reshaping and organizing of the rampant mushrooms in the domain.
Now, the environment around the entire Mist Castle has greatly improved, and the inhabitants have resumed their work under various incentive plans from Vera.
Although Vera is still somewhat inexperienced in the various administrative duties of a lord, in general, everything in the domain is moving in a positive direction.
Moreover, another matter also delighted him.
At the edge of the shadow of a distant colonnade, Sirean leaned against a stone railing, slightly bending his knees, with his palm facing up.
A strand of mycelium tentacle from Number Five lightly rested on the slender and distinct fingers of the elf, seemingly engaged in communication.
Vera stood with arms crossed, leaning against the open window on the second floor of the main castle, silently taking in the scene.
A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
