Paladin Sion and Mercenary Goddess Lilith noticed Sean's gaze but only bowed from afar, returning to their duties. Sean nodded in greeting, guessing they were sent by the Church and Count River to hunt the necromancer.
Sean turned to Olga. "Any casualties on the journey?"
"None, Your Highness," the mercenary captain replied. "400 residents, 11 Bronze Rank, and 40 Black Iron Rank mercenaries arrived safely."
"An extra Bronze Rank?" Sean raised an eyebrow.
"My daughter Sophia," Olga called. "Come greet His Highness!"
A cheerful 14-year-old skipped forward. Sophia froze at the sight of Sean—tall, handsome in noble attire, radiating confidence like spring sunlight. Her heart fluttered.
"H-hello, Your Highness," she stammered, wiping sweaty palms before offering a shy curtsy.
Sean ruffled her hair warmly. "A delightful young lady. You're fortunate, Olga."
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Sean introduced Anduin as Riverside's viceroy. "His word is mine. Anduin, oversee the residents and slaves. Henry and I will handle the mercenaries and children."
Anduin nodded, already mentally planning housing and farms.
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To Olga, Sean added: "When hunting in the Elven Forest, pay attention to minerals.. I'll provide a list—gold rewards for information."
"Of course, Your Highness."
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After Sean left, Olga scolded Sophia: "Your manners were disgraceful. Nobles hold grudges."
"I'm sorry, Father." Sophia blushed, stealing a glance at Sean's retreating form. He'd never be cruel.
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Sean wandered Riverside, envisioning its future. With Anduin's leadership, Olga's scouts, and Sophia's… enthusiasm… maybe this place can thrive.