The hall was silent, except for the roaring voice of Count Gruglu.
In the end, he turned his face to Gray, panting, and said, "I hope you can seriously consider my suggestion."
"But if the decree is not immediately canceled, the problem could very likely continue to escalate. This would mean we would need even more food, and in the end, even if other countries are willing to support us, we would not be able to fill the gap," Gray said softly.
"Then eat less?" Count Gruglu spread his hands, "Eat less, turn three meals a day into two, then into one. As long as we're not starving to death, isn't that fine?"
Gray looked at him silently.
