Several weeks passed peacefully.
Or at least—
That was how Clay viewed it.
Inside the large mansion near the Border Town, his daily life had slowly become extremely simple.
Wake up.
Eat.
Sleep.
Walk around occasionally.
Go back to sleep again.
And repeat everything the next day.
The chaos outside no longer mattered much to him.
The beasts were being handled.
The tribes were listening obediently.
The border town had become far safer compared to before.
Even the terrifying creatures wandering nearby had begun avoiding the massive walls surrounding the town.
Everything seemed calm.
Peaceful.
Exactly the kind of life Clay wanted.
Right now—
He sat lazily on a chair near the dining table while staring blankly at the food placed before him.
A servant carefully poured tea nearby before immediately leaving after bowing respectfully.
Meanwhile—
Clay stretched his arms slightly.
Then sighed.
This is nice…
No battles.
No danger.
No problems.
Just food and rest.
