My eyes zeroed on Workharder.
"We don't?"
Workharder nodded, and was echoed by Things-Things and Bloodhero.
"We have no more free soldiers to increase the inner Empire's security or our borders, Father!" Bloodhero said. "Training new ones will take some time, and…"
"And equipment. We have enough Craftsmen and resources to sustain the people and soldiers we had, but, but… But that's all we have!"
I frowned.
"Is that so? And what's our population census?"
"Here," Ambrosia passed me a wax tablet.
"Thank you, Amby. Alright, let's see… Ugh."
The wax tablet was filled with tiny, hard-to-read letters on both sides. There was written the number of various specialists in the empire, job quotas and results of job orientation.
A lot of detailed information, but not precisely counted—numbers were rounded to thousands. Either way, after some squinting, then asking for more reports about our other resources, I understood the essence of our problem.
