After Camilla Dary left, Ashes walked out of the study.
She knelt on the carpet and stretched out her hands to Tilly. "Come on."
"Actually, I'm fine..."
"Don't force yourself. There's no one else here," Ashes interrupted.
Tilly curled her lips, but in the end, she moved her body and leaned into Roland's embrace.
Through her clothes, she could hear Ashes' strong and powerful heartbeat. It was like the rhythmic beat of a drum, which made her feel steady and steady.
"Thank you," Tilly said in a low voice.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if we make a wrong judgment, we can just go back to Sleeping Island." Ashes chuckled. "Roland Wimbledon won't dare to stop you. Otherwise, the sisters in the Witch Union won't just sit by and watch." She paused. "And you don't have to be so sure. Otherwise, the pressure won't be as great as it is now."
Princess Tilly shook her head. "If I want to convince others, I have to convince myself first. If I show a trace of hesitation and confusion, I won't be able to carry out this decision."
Although she appeared to be confident, it was impossible to say that she did not feel a little uneasy. It was not that she was worried about Roland. In fact, when he agreed to let Sleeping Spell continue to manage the witches' migration, it showed his attitude. What she worried about was whether the more than 300 witches who had been away from the secular world for nearly two years could smoothly integrate into Neverwinter, and whether the ordinary people's views on witches would change after the end of the Battle of Divine Will.
These were all unknown risks, and Tilly had no choice but to consider them. In the eyes of others, she was always full of confidence and spirit, but in fact, only a few people understood her real feelings. After all, now she not only needed to take care of herself, but also the fate of more than 300 witches on the island. It could be said that after the church was defeated, all the witches on Sleeping Island felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Only she felt that the responsibility on her shoulders had become heavier.
"Then do as you think." Ashes hugged her from behind. "Anyway, the migration won't start until the end of the Months of Demons next year. If you're still worried, use the next few months to take a good look. "
"Is the Charming Beauty ready to sail?"
"Anytime."
"Don't forget to bring your textbooks and exercise books. You can learn new things on the way."
"Uh … If I read in the cabin, I will get seasick."
"If you want to protect me, of course you have to become stronger, such as the legendary Transcendent … How can you become stronger if you don't study?"
Ashes let out a painful groan, "Alright, alright, I got it."
"Don't worry. If there's anything you don't understand, you can always ask me. There's nothing else to do on the ship, right?"
"Yes, yes, as you wish, Your Highness."
Fortunately, he was no longer alone.
No matter what the road ahead would be, there would always be someone by his side.
"Okay," Tilly answered. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth on her back. Her shoulders seemed to have lightened a lot.
The cold wind was still howling outside the window, but the room was as warm as spring.
*****
The establishment of the Joint Chamber of Commerce was a complicated process. Every contract needed to be finalized by many parties. After Roland entrusted this matter to Barov and Edith, he turned his attention to the winter battle plan.
There was no doubt that this year's Months of Demons would come much later than the previous year. Today was the last day of the end of autumn, but there was still no sign of snow except for the gray sky outside the window.
This was good news for Neverwinter. The later the Months of Demons came, the faster the construction team could build two more houses.
According to the report from City hall, the Western Region's supplies had increased significantly compared to previous years, especially in terms of food. The annual output of the Longsong Area had reached more than ten times that of the past. If Pérot had not built a batch of grain depots and transported half of the wheat to the Border Area, the Stronghold would not have been able to hold so much food.
With enough food, no matter what they did, they would be confident.
Secondly, there was the ammunition storage. Anna improved the new generation of machine tools and processing machinery for the processing and loading of bullets, which greatly improved the production efficiency and made up for the loss after the battle with the church.
With food and weapons in hand, Roland's mind began to wander.
Defending Neverwinter against the invasion of demonic beasts was undoubtedly the First Army's top priority, but it seemed a waste to gather thousands of soldiers in the city. After all, the main direction of the demonic beasts' attack was the Big Hermes Gap, and the Misty Forest was just a fish that had escaped the net. Moreover, the firepower of the army was more than ten times that of a year ago. Ordinary demonic beasts might not even be able to reach the edge of the city wall.
Another thing that made him eager was that not only the demonic beasts were no match for the First Army, but the whole continent was not any better. If it was said that during the battle with Duke Ryan, he still needed all of his men to charge forward with guns and cannons. But now, he only needed to pull out a team of five hundred men and they would be able to sweep away any knights who dared to charge forward.
Then, while defending the city wall, would it be feasible to send a team to open up a second battlefield to reduce the burden of next year's expedition?
Roland found that this was not too difficult a problem. Originally, when the Months of Demons came, the endless snow would completely block the Western Region. But now, for Neverwinter, which had dozens of cement transport ships, the land route was no longer an obstacle. The First Army could still use the Redwater River to transport soldiers and supplies to their destination.
As long as the plan was right, Neverwinter was completely capable of winning two wars at the same time. Well, it sounded like a hegemonic country.
After receiving Hill's letter, Roland did not pretend to order the Northern Region to enter a state of war preparation. If Appen Moya, the King of Dawn, really ignored the warning and captured the ambassador and his team, then he could only change the plan and force the Kingdom of Dawn to release them first. However, the cross-border battle required a lot of logistics. If he sent too few soldiers, it would be difficult to maintain the supply line. Besides, the Hermes Plateau guarded by the church could collapse at any time, so it was not the right time to attack the neighboring country.
Fortunately, the emissaries were safe and sound in the end, so he could also set his target closer to the Western Region.
"Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"
As the office door was pushed open, Iron Axe strode in.
"Are you interested in going back to your homeland in winter? It shouldn't be too hot if you go back now. " Roland spread out a simple map of Graycastle, pointed to a small protruding corner in the south, and asked with a smile, "I remember that you and Echo are both from this desert, right?"
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