"Also, my lord, I believe the Nightfall Domain needs proper housing. The slaves are constantly crammed into tents made of rotten wood and scraps of cloth. That alone is bad enough, but what's worse is that even the freefolk have no houses. This will breed discontent among the populace—if you care about how your subjects see you."
"That issue will take time to resolve."
Phield pulled a spare map from the bookshelf and handed it to Tate. "Only after I reclaim the eastern forest and the quarry will housing become feasible. I also need to plan land selection. Take this map—if you have any ideas, bring them to me promptly."
"Yes, my lord."
Tate felt a clear sense of trust and support.
Although the Nightfall Domain was incomparably worse than the Maple Leaf territory—barely even worthy of being called a slum—there seemed to be something new quietly taking root here.
…
Early the next morning, a maid brought in pudding, white bread, and goat's milk.
