The inauguration banquet for Louis Calvin as prefect and the first council of Snow Peak County will be held in Red Tide Territory.
As soon as the news spread, nobles from all directions began their journeys early, heading to this newly established noble's fief.
They each had their own calculations, aiming to gain more benefits for themselves.
Last year, this region of Snow Peak County had just finished a war, followed by the long winter of the Northern Territory…
Logically, everything should have been a mess.
But as soon as they set foot in Red Tide Territory, everyone fell into collective silence.
This was way beyond expectations, right?
They initially imagined a scene of ruined houses and smoke, but what lay before them were neat stone roads, streets so clean they reflected people's images, even the trees planted by the roadside were neatly aligned.
"Did we… take the wrong road?" a southern baron mumbled while holding onto his saddle.
