Mirabelle leaned slightly toward Lucien and lowered her voice.
"And? What would you recommend now?"
The fox Beastman thought for a moment, absently biting against his lower lip while staring at the map.
For some reason, Mirabelle found that unbelievably cute.
"I'm not sure continuing to sell food to the southern territory is a good idea," he admitted quietly. "If the drought continues and the famine worsens, your own territory will eventually start struggling too."
His gaze shifted toward the illustrated reservoir. "Same with the water."
Mirabelle nodded slowly.
"A good point." A small smile appeared on her lips. "But there are other ways to solve that problem."
Immediately she began scribbling eagerly across her parchment again.
Lucien leaned slightly closer, openly curious now.
This time he could finally see the additional information she had received earlier.
The southern territory reports poor harvests and declining wildlife populations.
The fox Beastman frowned.
