Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points! - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: The Seeds of Unity
Sylvana crouched beside her, examining the ripe fruit. “They look excellent, Elder Marta. Have you tried slicing these up with a sprinkle of salt and a drizzle of olive oil? It’s simple but delicious.”

“Oh, you always know the best ways to enjoy food,” Elder Marta replied with a laugh, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepening.

A group of children darted past, carrying small baskets filled with freshly picked carrots. One of the boys tripped, spilling his haul. Sylvana moved swiftly, kneeling to help him gather the carrots. “Careful, Timo. Those carrots are too precious to lose.”

“Thank you, Lady Sylvana!” Timo said, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

“They’re beautiful carrots,” she said, inspecting one with an exaggerated seriousness that made the boy giggle. “Roast these with a bit of thyme and they’ll taste heavenly.”

On the far side of the field, a bulky man named Jareth swung his scythe methodically, cutting through the wheat. He paused to wipe his forehead, nodding as Sylvana approached. “Lady Sylvana, we’re almost done here. After this, we’ll be moving on to the eastern fields.”

“Excellent work, Jareth. Make sure to stretch your shoulders before you continue… overworking them won’t do any good,” she said, placing a hand lightly on his arm. “Have you tried using the tool I gave you?”

“Aye, my hands feel brand new after using it. Thank you for that,” Jareth replied with a grin.

Sylvana turned, her voice carrying across the field. “Remember, everyone, hydration is key! I’ve set some mint-infused water at the station by the oak tree. Take breaks when you need them.”

The farmers shouted their thanks, many heading towards the tree for a refreshing drink. A young woman named Elena approached, her arms filled with zucchini. “Lady Sylvana, these came in larger than expected. That compost mixture you recommended is magical!”

Sylvana laughed, taking one of the zucchinis from Elena’s pile. “It’s nature’s gift my dear! These would make an incredible soup. Add a little garlic and cream, and it’ll warm your soul.”

As the farmers continued their work, they chatted amongst themselves.

“Darian, you missed a patch over there!”

“Don’t worry, Elder Marta, I’ll get it before you can blink.”

“Elena, did you see how tall the sunflowers are this year? Taller than my barn!”

Sylvana joined in, offering praise and guidance where needed. Her presence was like a balm, instilling confidence and joy in those around her.

She was more than their guide; she was their protector, their nurture, a mother to their efforts.

“Remember,” she said, her voice rising above the bustling sounds, “this isn’t just about feeding the empire. It’s about pride in your craft. And let me say, you’ve all outdone yourselves.”

Elder Marta, with her walking stick in hand, approached Sylvana as the day’s work began winding down. The farmers had begun stacking bushels of wheat and crates of vegetables in neat rows.

“Lady Sylvana,” Elder Marta called softly.

“Seeing all this… the fruits of our labor… it got me thinking.”

Sylvana turned, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “What’s on your mind, Elder Marta?”

Marta pointed around the field, her gaze sweeping over the farmers and their abundant harvest.

“We’ve done so much in such a short time. It’s remarkable, really. What if… what if we started some sort of harvest festival? A time to celebrate everything we’ve grown together.”

Sylvana’s eyes lit up as she clasped her hands in delight. “A harvest festival? That’s a wonderful idea! A celebration of hard work, unity, and the land’s blessings. It would be an amazing way to honor everyone’s efforts.”

Marta smiled, the lines on her face deepening as she leaned on her stick. “I thought you might approve. You always seem to love bringing people together.”

“Of course, I approve!” Sylvana replied enthusiastically. “In fact, I believe we can make it more than just a local event. If I get the Emperor’s approval, we could turn it into an official tradition for the empire. Something that not only celebrates the harvest but strengthens our bonds as a community.”

Marta chuckled, her laughter soft but filled with pride. “It seems you’re already planning it out, Lady Sylvana. It’s good to see you’re as excited as I hoped.”

Sylvana laughed softly, placing a hand over her heart. “How could I not be? This is exactly the kind of thing that fosters love and gratitude among people. And besides,” she said, winking at Marta, “I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t want to bring everyone together for a feast and celebration.”

As she spoke, a group of farmers gathered nearby, having overheard the conversation. Jareth, the bulky scythe-wielder, flexed his arms with an exaggerated grin. “Don’t worry about a thing here, Lady Sylvana. If you need to visit the Emperor, we’ve got everything under control. These muscles aren’t just for show!”

The other men laughed, a few of them flexing their arms in solidarity. Darian, the lanky farmer known for his quick wit, spoke with a smirk, “We’ll handle it so well, you might not recognize the place when you get back.”

Sylvana chuckled, her laughter melodic and genuine. “I’m sure of that! It seems I have nothing to worry about with all of you here.” She turned back to Marta, her expression softening. “Elder Marta, I’ll head to the castle immediately. If we’re going to make this happen, I want to set the wheels in motion without delay.”

Marta nodded approvingly, her gaze filled with fondness. “You’re a good soul, Sylvana. The people are lucky to have you looking out for them.”

“And I’m lucky to have all of you,” Sylvana said, glancing back at the farmers with a smile. “Keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone. Tonight’s feast will just be the beginning… we’ll make this festival something truly memorable.”

As Sylvana turned to leave the fields on the outskirts of the capital, the farmers gathered nearby waved enthusiastically.

“Take care, Lady Sylvana!”

“Don’t forget to tell the Emperor we said hello!”

“Bring us back good news about the festival!”

Sylvana placed a hand over her heart, bowing slightly in gratitude. “I’ll be sure to tell him all about your hard work and dedication. And don’t worry, I’ll make it back in time to see how much you’ve all outdone yourselves.”