I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

It was a gray, cold day.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

"They're all frozen to death! What should I do? How can I live this winter?"

The surrounding farmers were crying, and everyone was wiping away their tears with distressed expressions on their faces.

They had never encountered such a cold day.

But no matter how cold the body is, it cannot be as cold as the heart.

How to do it?

The crops are all dead.

How should I live?

Shirou stared blankly at the gray sky, his thoughts had long been lost.

He broke down.

why?

Why is this happening?

Don't you give me some way to survive?

"My king... what should we do? What should we do?"

"Yeah, Wang... talk to me. What should we do next?"

"king……"

……

The chirping voices in my ears are full of longing and inquiry.

- How do I know!

Shirou wanted to throw out this sentence, but in the end he didn't say it.

He wiped away his tears so that no one could see the marks around his eyes.

He turned around, looked at the collapsed people, and clenched his hands under his sleeves.

Everyone is devastated.

But only he——, can't.

He said: "It doesn't matter, if you freeze to death, just plant again. We still have food, and we can survive the planting period."

Although the people were terrified, they settled down at the moment.

Wang's face was very calm, as if it was not a big deal.

It puts people at ease.

Wang said there was still food, and they could survive.

"Lukan." Shirou called Lucan, and said: "You immediately send people to pull out all the frozen crops. If you can make bread, do it quickly. The grain in the warehouse is temporarily suspended. If you can eat it right away, eat it quickly. Then send people to build a shed for the land!"

"Building a shed?" Lucan froze for a moment.

"Don't ask, just do it," Shirou said.

"Yes--!"

Shirou walked back to the palace.

His pace is slow, and everyone can see the flatness on his face.

It was flat, as if nothing was a problem.

This cold day and the frozen crops are not a problem.

People are at ease.

Shirou returns to the palace.

It was pitch black, and the candlelight by the wall could hardly dispel the darkness.

No one is empty.

The great cold infected Shirou's heart.

His face was grim and painful.

Tears kept flowing down.

However, it was silent.

He was afraid of being heard.

He is afraid of being seen.

but--

How should I feed this group of people?