The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

"Of course. Enriching the soil is what we do best. Whatever seed is sown, we can make it grow beyond measure."

Although the scenario was almost complete, it didn't end with making Rubia a lord. Her success depended on raising her governance level, built upon her domain's growth and the trust of her people.

At its core, every territory relied on agriculture, except for unique cities like Grassmere. If land that once yielded two grains could suddenly yield three or four, and word spread that their lord had made it happen, then the people's faith would soar. Naturally, her governance would as well.

These Krotte would become Rubia's driving force once she claimed Erast, a vital key to clearing the scenario. Lime had led me to the perfect allies.

"I'll leave it to you then."

"Will we see you in the city, then?"

The chieftain's eyes were warm. He had endured captivity under the Necron cult, yet his resilience was striking.

"Perhaps. I plan to travel elsewhere for now....