Erend nodded at the king's words. He shared the same thought, they really need to cleanse the area around the palace from the remnants of the dead enemies that had once tried to breach its walls and failed.
Even though many corpses had been burned, many more had only been buried, their blood seeping into the ground, carrying hatred and a lingering spirit that could still be twisted into rising once again.
"I also think it is a good step, Your Majesty," Erend said firmly.
King Gulben's frown deepened with consideration before he asked, "Do you have any other suggestions, Erend?"
Erend paused, his gaze drifting toward the tall arched window.
Outside, a flying machine swept across the palace skies, guided by an Elf who steered it with precision.
Its surface gleamed with metal, but the faint runes glowing along its frame revealed the fusion of Magic and steel.
It was a clear sign of the kingdom's progress under king Gulben's and Saeldir's vision.
