The number of workrooms where people could pour their magic into the stones was limited.
No matter how they tried, only about thirty people could enter at once.
Still, once people heard that the country needed magic stones, everyone willingly joined the long line.
"Hey, old man. Weren't you bedridden until yesterday?"
Edward recognized a familiar face and spoke to him.
It was an elderly man leaning on a cane.
If he remembered right, the man was close to ninety.
"For something this important to the country, how could I stay in bed? I want to be useful, even just a little."
"Don't you barely have any magic left? You'll collapse and trouble everyone. Go home before that happens."
