But there was no helping it, who would have let it be the Doomsday Era, when food resources were already scarce. Just being able to feed everyone was already quite difficult, let alone eating well—that was beyond expectations.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for your grace that spares us from suffering hunger."
Agatha clenched her fist and gently thumped her chest three times, praying like this.
"You really are devout, aren't you? Isn't it bothersome to do this every time before eating?"
Haila watched her sister's actions, blinked her eyes rimmed with dark circles, yawned, and made this remark.
She had to admit that although everyone was eating two meals of mush a day, at least they didn't have to go hungry thanks to the Prime Minister who had assumed office a year ago.
The new Prime Minister had risen to power at the beginning of the Doomsday Era, and that award ceremony was also the last celebration of the Magic Republic.
However, this Prime Minister really was capable.
