After the elders played my favorite move, passing jobs to others, I... returned to Hargoth.
No, I'm not running away. Rather, I could no longer run away. However, the fairy world might've been scarred after the invasion, but the damage to their main facilities were minimal. Hargoth's damage wasn't light, on the other hand.
As such, rather than here, I decided I'd better work on the rebuilding of Hargoth instead.
My clones were working overtime over there already, but it seemed almost as if the paperwork was doubling every time we finished one pile. It was so dire that, for the very first time, I was forced to bring out all the clones I could.
Even I myself was working on paperwork... Although I'm the president, which should minimize my workload to only those that absolutely need my sign, my workload wasn't decreasing.