Gard turned his head sharply, and a familiar figure emerged slowly from the darkness.
"Gustav?!" Gard immediately recognized the newcomer, his face first showing a flicker of joy, which then turned to a thick shade of anger. "Is this what you called 'foolproof'?"
"The food in the wizards' hands will never run out; they can even conjure bread with magic. Our wheat is now worthless, and now it's all over, everything is finished!"
Gard's face, full of fierce resentment, reflected his curse; had it not been for the other's incitement to launch this food war, they would not have fallen to such a plight.
"Do you think, without this incident, those wizards would have spared you?" Gustav said with a cold laugh. "Look at the people rioting outside your castle; the wizards have long been plotting to take your lands secretly! I merely gave you a chance to reclaim your authority!"
