Kyle left Sasha to her work, her grumbling fading into the background as he walked back toward the village's main building—his office.
The air was thick with energy; a mixture of mana from the ruins Sasha had started to lay down and the hum of activity from the villagers as they moved with purpose.
Bruce was already waiting at the door, posture straight and eyes sharp as always.
"Report."
Kyle said, brushing off dust from his cloak as he entered.
Bruce followed him in and closed the door behind them.
"Everything went smoothly in your absence, young master. The villagers have taken to their new roles well. In fact, the learning rate of the first batch was so fast that we've already started training the second group."
Kyle raised a brow, settling down in his chair.
"And the harvest?"
"Nearly upon us. The crops are thriving. The irrigation improvements and seed modifications are working wonders. We're expecting a yield double what was predicted at the start of the season."
