Autumn.
The world is golden, a cavalry team slowly travels across the Golden Plains.
"The king's territory was once prosperous, but after successive wars, it is now completely barren..."
The Messiah looks at the abandoned farmland by the roadside, feeling stifled.
She now understands that the potential of a fiefdom can only be measured by population, food, and steel.
However, at this point in time, the royal territory is in such a state, which is a massive blow to her.
"The citizens in the royal territory have had a hard time these past few years... Firstly, they had to confront the chaos in the Capital. Just when things had somewhat stabilized, the rule of the false king was overthrown."
Su Lu shakes his head, coming to his territory as a lord.
"Hm?"
To his surprise, the situation here is quite decent. Besides several buildings that were obviously reconstructed, there is still some sign of life.
Inside the manor of the lord.
"Master..."