While Arthur was busy planning, the builders had already begun their work. Although only a few hours had passed, they had demolished the old walls and laid the foundations for new ones. Their work pace was fast—thanks to their sheer numbers, they resembled diligent ants.
Arthur gathered the designs he had drawn, looked at the builders for a few minutes, then suddenly frowned, a hint of discomfort flickering across his face.
Octavia noticed and asked politely, "Is something wrong, my lord?"
He shook his head oddly. "No, it's... something else. Not worth thinking about right now."
"I see," she replied, though in truth, she didn't understand what he meant. Still, she knew well enough that he was likely mulling over some strange idea again.
