Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Proper rest my foot. People must be wrung out to be productive.

What? Why such frightening words all of a sudden?

Dwain, who had been organizing approved documents, asked with a startled expression.

Ah, no. Just absurd occurrences.

As Logan ruminated over his feelings of betrayal, the daily life of a certain dwarf in the workshop became increasingly arduous.

Although minor variables arose in the crossbow production, overall, there were no significant issues.

In fact, the progress had quickened.

Hamar, with dark circles under his eyes that had spread across his eyelids, managed to produce crossbows for all soldiers in just a few weeks.

As a result, the soldiers training began to gain momentum.

Most importantly, the achievement of settling residents from two territories into the newly completed 10,000-household facilities of Maclaine Town, as planned, was the greatest success.

Wow! Mom! Is this our house?!

Wow! Its huge! Are we really going to live here?

Ye-yes, that seems to be the case. How did they?

A woman, carrying a baby on her front and back, burst into tears at her childrens words.

A wooden two-story house.

The awkward layout, being very close to neighboring houses and barely the size of 20 pyeong per floor, was irrelevant.

Compared to the leaky straw-roofed houses they had lived in all their lives, it might as well have been a palace.

I was worried about how wed survive this winter. This is truly a relief.

The tears streaming down her face were those of someone pushed to the brink, now relieved by a ray of hope.

But Mom

Hmm? What is it, child?

Will Dad be able to find our new house?

Yes. If our Anna listens to Mom well, eats and grows well, your father will also return safely.

Really? For real?

Yes.

A conversation between a four-year-old sister and her mother.

The 12-year-old firstborn, now slightly aware of death, frivolously covered his eyes as he looked to the sky.

His mother, seeing this, clutched at her aching heart again.

Until a few months ago, she had only thought about dying following her deceased husband.

Were given food, a place like this to live, and even land to cultivate

Now, she had newfound hope.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

She bowed again and again, grateful to the nobles far away whom she could neither see nor hear.

The resentment toward the nobles who had caused needless wars began to fade a little.

The relocated residents, mostly those who had been struggling in the two previous territories, were all satisfied with the new settlement and cheered enthusiastically.

Each voice did not carry far, but together, their cheers filled the town, creating an overall bright atmosphere.

The very person they were so grateful for could distinctly feel this uplifting mood.

Having lots of people around seems to liven things up. Its nice to see.

Clayton remarked, and Logan nodded in agreement.

But it still needs to grow. I can see more space suitable for houses.

Maclaine Town was set to become the central hub for the growing territory.

From the top of the Mage Tower, Logan looked down at the town with a bright smile.

* * *

Now that the village construction is complete, the crossbows will be finished by the end of the month as promised.

Good work.

Whats wrong, why arent you leaving?

Its just that

Ah, right. I have to give this to you.

Thud.

Before the hesitating Hamar, Logan placed down a huge ingot of silver metal.

What is this all about?

What do you mean? Its mithril. Make some weapons for the knights.

Whats wrong? Isnt working with rare metals a dwarfs romance?

Uh, well romance

Why, isnt it?

Ah, yes. Yes, of course, its romantic.

Right? Thats the spirit! Then take all the vacation you want. Six months is enough, right?

Vacation? Six months of vacation?!

You dont like long vacations?

No, no, thats not it at all! Thank you!

Enjoy it. Experience the true essence of romance while processing mithril. Im looking forward to seeing what splendid weapons youll produce.

Weapons?

Yeah. A romantic vacation with mithril. You should be able to make at least 80 pieces in six months, right?

Ha Damn

What?

No, nothing.

The dwarf bowed his head, trembling but ultimately unable to say anything more.

With spring approaching, preparations for a leap forward were steadily progressing.

* * *

The land clearing is going smoothly. If anything, we have a manpower shortage considering the size of the land.

Does that matter?

Not really. Im actually looking forward to this years harvest.

Field manager Rugel Hazes bald head shone in the spring sunlight, reflecting the bright spirit of Maclaine.

Rumors of our plains and town have even spread to other regions.

What?

Logan took unexpected interest in the passing comment, to which Rugel explained with a slight confusion.

Yesterday, dozens of refugees came to the town. They seemed to be slash-and-burn farmers, having heard about us from the merchant groups that supply us with food.

Hm. Quicker than I thought.

Yes. It seems theyre refugees, after all. They probably came out of a just in case mentality.

In this era, most commoners belonged to a country or territory, living and paying taxes based on their earnings. But not all rulers were wise, nor were all territories livable.