Trying to think that way, I put down the tablet.
Croatoan was still peaceful as May passed and winter came to an end.
The grapes in my farm, being grown in greenhouses, grew well without much damage from the cold.
Now, top-grade Shine Muscat that only European royalty could eat was being grown in my smart farm.
And there were no reported cases of people suffering significant damage from the cold wave.
Having prepared countermeasures against the cold for several months in advance, there were no deaths, and injuries could be counted on one hand. It was thanks to Eleanor's efforts.
Having overcome a major crisis, all that remained was to enjoy some leisure while receiving routine reports.
I heard stories about new English villages being built in various places, about new natives coming down from the north to join our community, and then about how Oitotan's new products seemed to be selling quite well in the north...
"...Nemo!"
