Chapter 180
While Seimin only focused on what was right in front of him, Shasei already had a grasp of everything around them.
Anyone who watched the twins would say the same thing:
That the rightful master of Idoros was undoubtedly Shasei.
Among the still-proud nobility, she never cowered but instead bent them to her will, effortlessly maneuvering the political arena as if it were a mere game.
Seimin, however, needed a place where he could be loved by all.
A place like the South.
“Well then, shall we go see His Majesty?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
It had already been thirty minutes since Pamilla had come to fetch them.
If they kept their mother waiting any longer, their father would surely scold them.
Honestly, they had probably already earned a scolding for being this late.
Shasei, mulling over the situation, suddenly smirked and glanced at her twin brother.
“Wanna race?”
“Huh? All of a sudden?”
“Let’s see who gets to Mother first. If you win, I’ll give you that toy you’ve been eyeing.”
“The one you got for your birthday last year?! You’re on!”
Honestly, he was so simple.
Shasei concealed her true feelings as she trembled.
A golden radiance softly coiled around her, and the six-year-old child transformed into a young beast.
Immediately after, Seimin also shifted, and the two tumbled over each other as they raced toward the castle.
Naturally, it was far faster than running on human legs.
* * *
Now that the completion of Idoros Castle was nearing, the South was remarkably peaceful.
Six years.
Six years of dedicating every effort to reviving the barren land had finally borne fruit.
It had also been a time when the once chaotic streets of the South—where fighting, backstabbing, swindling, and theft were an everyday occurrence—gradually became more vibrant and harmonious.
While wrongdoing had not disappeared entirely, there was no denying that significant change had taken place.
With a stable supply of food and even the ability to grow some fruit locally, hunger was no longer an issue.
And when no one was starving, there was no longer a need to stab another over a single piece of bread.
This also meant that manpower could be directed elsewhere…
How gratifying.
As Siren sat with Ananta, examining a map to assess the extent of the newly cultivated greenery, a serene smile graced her lips.
“This riverside area should no longer require intervention. It would be best to let it grow on its own.”
“What about the guardians stationed there?”
“As of yesterday, all ten positions have been filled! I’ll gather them here tomorrow for introductions.”
Ananta had become quite skilled at managing Raksha.
Now, she could summon rain clouds and disperse them effectively even without Siren’s help, allowing them to cover different regions simultaneously.
Had it not been for Ananta, restoring the environment to its current state would have taken more than twice the time.
The same applied to selecting the ‘guardians.’
Not all Southerners appreciated grass and trees. Some deliberately took pleasure in destroying nature.
Some did so out of sheer malice, others as an outlet for their frustrations. And then there were the gang factions that once held influence in the South.
After witnessing the devastation of fields and forests multiple times, Siren resolved to appoint sturdy young men as guardians to protect the land.
A few warriors under Yasamin’s command were stationed in key areas to train and drill these guardians, turning them into a kind of military unit.
Ordinary folk were welcome to enjoy the forest, but those who sought to harm it would be met with unwavering retribution.
“This area should be next. It’s practically untouched wilderness.”
“Yes, I’ve heard there are a couple of villages there.”
“The population is small. It would be ideal if the entire village could be tasked with protecting the forest.”
“If we make it an honorable duty, they’ll likely pass it down for generations.”
Siren and Ananta continued their discussion in this manner.
By now, they were so in sync that lengthy explanations were unnecessary.
Their thoughts and actions had become alike.
All that remained was a slight distinction—Siren gave the orders, and Ananta handled the execution.
Much like the dynamic between Yasamin and Eltan—a relationship between the closest of confidants.
“I’m not sure which plants would be best suited there. Take about three botanists with you for assessment.”
“Understood!”
It was only natural that the people of the South knew little about plants.
The botanists selected from Idoros were dispatched across the region to study the land and determine which vegetation could thrive.
Once the right seeds were carefully planted and ample rain showered upon them, sprouts would emerge.
The sprouts would grow into grass, then flowers, and eventually trees.
Then, when the time was right, Siren would visit and sing the Hymn of Life—transforming the land into a flourishing forest in an instant.
“Mother!”
“Mommy!”
As she rolled up the map, the twins suddenly burst into the room, throwing themselves into her arms.
Siren wrapped them both tightly in an embrace, pressing kisses to their cheeks.
“Welcome, my little ones.”
“Mother, why did you call for us?”
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