In the office room of Baron Igor's manor, the baron sat behind a large oak desk with his face etched with worry as he sifted through a pile of reports.
The papers, covered in detailed accounts from the western and northern regions, painted a grim picture. The intensity of the border conflicts had escalated, and many nobles from neighboring countries had their sights set on the valuable crystal mines.
Crystals were one greatest source of the economy. Not only the energy contained in it could be used to train soldiers, but it was very helpful in creating Mage legions.
So, the economy and military upgrade that it brought was hard to turn a blind eye to.
Baroness Martha entered the room and observed her husband's troubled demeanor. "Why are you so worried, Darling? If the situation is so dire, why not halt this crusade?"
