Felicia Gaga stood on the beach, letting the waves gently caress her calves, and that's it, she was the daughter of the sea, and one day, she would go out to sea to explore the unknown sea.

New Steinbly, Lord Ann Linser Hethrop approved the landing of the island and named it after her homeland, and the savior of the people, Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Valley of the Hearth, gave everyone an equal footing of fertile land!

Come on!

Fearless of the cold waves, Felicia patted her face and encouraged herself to return to reality, she must build a new home and give the best harvest to her dear princess when the harvest festival arrives next year.

Ah~Her Highness Loria~

Felicia clasped her hands to her heart and ...... Then she was knocked over by the waves, and she scrambled to get up, and although she could hold back her screams, she was still forcefully poured several mouthfuls of seawater, and her mouth was full of salty smell.

With great difficulty, she struggled out of knee-deep waters, crawling ashore exhausted, soaking wet and shivering, the cold waters of winter mercilessly robbing her of her heat, while her friend, Vilka, who was far away on the shore, was still pointing at her and laughing.

It was a young girl of her own age, very tall, more than a head taller than Felicia, and she lay on her side on the beach early in the morning, and she didn't know what she had done last night, and she had a crack in her thick linen dress that reached her thigh, but she didn't even have a patch, and she would have fallen asleep if she hadn't seen Felicia suffer.

"Stupid radish!, what are you laughing at!" Felicia called her companion's nickname angrily, and although the two of them were close together in the mountains behind the monastery, they had little to do with each other, and she would not have known the dead lady if she hadn't been curious about hearing strange noises and seeing pictures that she shouldn't have seen.

"Oh, you're the turnip, Filip Fish Radish!"

"Oh, I'm not a turnip, you're a turnip, don't you like to eat turnips the most?"

"Uh-huh. Vilka looked at Felicia with a strange smile, "In a sense, I do like to eat turnips. ”

Although I don't know what she's talking about, I feel a little bad, so it's better to change the topic quickly, and Felicia, who was thinking so, quickly interrupted, "Hey, get up, it's time to go to the forest to pick up firewood." ”

According to Loria's orders, the archon An Linse allocates land according to family units, and out of interest considerations, naturally, both of them were kicked out by their parents and left alone.

Vilka sat up impatiently, not patting the sand off her body, "Why do you want to collect firewood? My house is in the leeward of the woods, and it's not cold at night." ”

The place she called home was nothing more than a dirty little relief tent.

"Even if you're too lazy to make a fire, you can't grow crops right now. Felicia clasped her hands and began to mutter, "We can't do heavy work, so we can only collect some firewood to exchange for daily necessities." ”

"What do you want for your necessities? The forest here can pick up food even in winter. ”

"In exchange for other people's labor, of course, to help us build huts and fences, to cultivate fields and buy back the seeds of crops!"

"What are huts, fences, and seeds for?"

"Grow crops, live a better life and give the harvest to Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"I'm living a good life now, and I'm not from Steinbrad, so I'm not my princess...... I see what you mean!"

"Whew......" Felicia breathed a long sigh of relief, she thought that the conversation would fall into the chicken soup of the soul of 'I'm happy now' as usual, but she didn't expect her unremitting efforts to finally touch the dead house Vilka, and a sense of accomplishment arose, "It's good that you understand, so that I can be a little relieved." ”

"Hmph, I can't see that you still have such a great dream. ”

"Where, where. ”

"I've heard that your princess is beautiful, so it's no wonder you're tempted to please her...... I'm here to support you, go and bring down your princess!"

“…… Huh?" Felicia took a dozen seconds to figure out what Vilka was talking about, and a few seconds to make sure that she was indeed disrespectful to her idol, and then screamed at Vilka.

The long-term malnutrition made neither of them lethal, and the skin did not even break, and the war of faith was over, and they left the beach without saying a word, Felicia was still angry, and Vilka was smiling again, as if nothing in the world could make her unhappy.

However, it was only a short time before Felicia put the fight behind her, her love and loyalty to Her Royal Highness could definitely stand any test, but she just couldn't stand being infected by everything in front of her, and her smile and vitality were rejuvenated...... She saw a crowd of people busily gathered together, some sawing wood, some drawing here and there with ropes, and the foundation of a new cottage had been tamped, what color would it be?Felicia wandered, wondering if Her Royal Highness would allow her to paint the roof pink?Wait, what about the lunch and dinner of these people, although the produce of the forest could be eaten directly, but after a hard day's work, she would always want some hot and delicious food.

Helping others is helping herself, and Felicia dragged Vilka to a small construction site, and she offered herself a lot of confidence in her cooking skills...... Well, as long as she works hard, she will also have her own small house.

What could be better in the world than on this exceptionally rich island, where all the labor is paid for itself?The Scarlet Crusaders stationed here are only half a squad, they maintain law and order and are responsible for exploring the relatively inhospitable northern part of the island, and they no longer rush to the humble homes of the people to recruit and raise rations...... The red robes, which used to symbolize blood and supreme power, are now cute.

All of this is the credit of Her Highness Loria and Lord Ann Linse.

……

The unfolded map marks every former human town and stronghold, and all the undead legions entrenched in the two plague lands are recorded in blinding red ink...... Intelligence isn't necessarily accurate, but it's not important, and everyone is mentally prepared to face an endless stream of undead as long as they leave the valley.

It will take longer to completely annex the Valley of the Hearth, and little by little it will grind away people's memories of the past...... This is the time to close the door and deal with internal affairs and dissent, but the only good times for the Alliance and the Horde to be drawn elsewhere may be now.

What's next?, Loria lingered at the long table. (To be continued.) )