In the misty morning.
A carriage rumbled along the gravel road, and people heading to work began leaving home one after another, with food prepared by their wives, heading to factories, docks—food that included breakfast, lunch, and even dinner.
Lorde encountered an unprecedented attack.
Everything needed rebuilding.
And rebuilding required manpower.
Both the factories and docks were running at full capacity.
But that was far from enough.
Because more people were recruited to the construction site.
The site to rebuild Lorde.
People had no complaints about this.
After all, this was about rebuilding their home.
Moreover, the pay was considerable.
So why would there be any complaint?
The departed were already gone.
The living must continue.
Once enough compensation was distributed, everything became acceptable.
At least on the surface, it appeared so.
"A bowl of pea soup, two meat pies."
In front of 'Anan's Eatery', the bald owner was busy.
