The Reason for the War (105)

Fifteen days after declaring the territorial war.

“Heave-ho!”

“Over there! The timber goes this way! The clay goes that way!”

“That gap! What if a stray arrow gets through like that?!”

“There’s no way anyone could shoot an arrow through that gap and hit a target… Sigh, forget it. We’ll have to tear it down and start over.”

We began building our encampment on Lumen Plain.

“Sir Gold, Antino.”

“Oh, my lady.”

“You’ve come again today.”

The two men, who were directing the workers with blueprints in hand, greeted me...