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CHAPTER EIGHT
“Thank you, Your Majesty…” An elder bowed his head as he received a bag of food and clothes that Morrigan personally handed him. Morrigan’s heart sank as she watches these elders from the borders that braved the unbearable heat just to have food that will fill their stomachs and water that will quench their thirst. They didn't mind how frail their bodies are right now because of the drought that hit them. She couldn't help but bit the insides of her cheeks as she studies the situation at the border. "What we brought is barely enough," she muttered under her breath. Even with the objection of some ministers, Morrigan decided to use the stocked up food from the granary to answer the relief operations to the borders but she didn't expect that despite the fact that they used up some of the goods stocked in the granary it will still be enough on how big the effects of the drought to the borders.
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