She had used up all her strength again.
She hadn't fully recovered to begin with, and now she felt like she was overexerting herself, weak as a young animal.
That feeling was not good at all; no one liked being weak, which was even worse than having a cold or a fever.
She fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the next time she would wake up.
Shasta took her from Roman's hands again, wanting to say something, but gave up.
What was there to say? Complain or rebuke?
She was not completely ignorant about the current situation in Origin City.
As a chamberlain, she had a relatively high degree of freedom and had seen firsthand what this place was like.
A brick house, a few masons could build its walls in just one day.
A hundred-meter-long road, a few dozen road workers could pave it in one day.
A hundred-acre forest, a few hundred farmers could clear it in half a month.
A regional flood, over ten thousand laborers managed to subside the floodwaters in just a few days.
