The square had gone quiet in the way it only did when people were pretending not to stare. The population of The Landings had turned out to see something they hadn't seen before, and Harold didn't attempt to stop them. In fact, he encouraged it. In this moment, the air was thick with anticipation, a blend of hope and fear as the population turned out to watch Lord Harold upgrade the hall.

  The Lord’s Hall sat at the center, flanked by two other large wooden halls. It was long and broad, with carved beams darkened by age and smoke. The stele stood just outside, runes glowing light blue with the system’s power. Nothing about it looked different, making the system notice in Harold’s vision feel heavier than it should. Harold rubbed his hands together as Josh pounded him on the back, laughing. Beth stood next to him, her reaction more reserved, while Margaret spoke quietly to her aides off to the side.

  Harold looked up at the sun, shining brilliantly above the towering trees that surrounded the site he had chosen to land in Gravesend. Eight weeks into life here, everyone was still adjusting. But now, The Landing had momentum.

  Upgrade Lord’s Hall?

  He selected Confirm with a smile and a whoop.

  The change didn’t come all at once. Harold sensed the air tightening first, and the wood creaked ominously. The roofline dipped slightly as if the building had inhaled, and then it happened. The wood collapsed inward in a soft explosion of light and rushing wind. Harold barely had time to step back, his heart racing with mixed anticipation and fear.

  Harold caught Josh shifting his weight beside him. "Could've asked us, system. Just once," Josh muttered.

  Beth didn’t look away from the spectacle. "Please. You think people build better than the thing that moved humanity and brings us back to life?" she challenged.

  Josh ducked his head. "Okay, maybe not. Still, it's the principle," he insisted.

  While they spoke, Margaret left her group as the old keep collapsed in on itself and began to unfurl into something new.

  The hall shuddered again, and timber blurred. Stone punched out where wood had been, assembling itself like a large Lego building, blocks slamming into place with a definitive thud as it expanded.

  Margaret folded her arms. “So what are we getting this time?”

  The foundation widened as the ground rolled outward, as if it had been planned that way from the start. The buildings around it were pushed away as the land beneath it rose, forming a small hill for the building. The halls on either side now sat on level ground. All this happened in seconds, a process that would have taken months for the people here.

  “Last time,” Harold said, “we got a bigger hall, two stories, outbuildings. This time, stones are everywhere.”

  Josh squinted as a section of wall thickened. “That doesn’t look like a hall.”

  “No,” Harold agreed. “And last time the Lord wasn’t a count,” Harold nearly bounced in excitement.

  Margaret let out a slow breath. “Scaling with the title is nice, but you messed up Beth's layout.”

  "I knew it did, but I didn't expect it to hit this hard," he said, hands slicing the air for emphasis.

  The wide doors collapsed inward, reforming into a narrower, reinforced entrance. Stone was set into place with a dull finality. Arrow slits opened along the upper level, while large round towers anchored the corners of the buildings.

  Beth’s mouth twitched. “That’s a keep.”

  “A small one, but yeah,” Josh said, shifting his weight.

  The system chimed in Harold's face.

  Lord’s Hall upgraded.

  Around them, the population began to cheer. Harold saw Rimi, the glassmaker, shake hands furiously with the potion students. The blacksmiths stood stoically but radiated happiness, while the lumber group bounced around with their families. A half-dozen people stared at the system screen in the forum, posting about what had happened. Harold had asked Margaret to have people post about it and the Landing to increase their prestige. To Harold, these posts were not just about showing off their new achievement; they were a calculated move to signal strength and unity, ensuring others would think twice before considering any conflict with the Landing. He needed others to want to work with him and to recognize the power of the Landing.

  Margaret closed her ledger. “This changes how the Landing will be seen.”

  “Things were always going to change,” Harold grinned.

  Josh nodded toward the keep and the creek behind it, where the bathhouse was still under construction. “Basin’ll read this loud and clear. Henri's going to lose it online.”

  Harold shot Josh a look. “For a section head and one of the leaders of this town—you're still a troll, huh?”

  Josh kept smiling in excitement, bouncing around before looking at Harold. “Yeah, yeah,” he said dismissively. “Come on, we have a castle to explore.”

  Despite Josh’s bouncing, no one ran. The four of them crossed the square at a measured pace. They walked up the sharp paved path to the keep, boots crunching on fresh gravel. The new keep rose above, its stone warm to the touch, with clean lines and tight joints. It looked less like an ancient fortress and more like a new construction.

  Up close, it felt smaller than it had from the square, but that didn't dim anyone's excitement.

  The entrance opened into a short passage with a heavy lintel overhead. It was wide enough for carts, but narrow enough to remind visitors this wasn't a hall for crowds. Light spilled in from behind, catching on pale stone walls and a floor already marked with faint scuffs. These marks gave the unsettling impression that the passage had been trodden for years, despite its newness. The construction's speed seemed almost eerie.

  Josh ran a hand along the wall. 'This place is huge. It would take us forever to build this,” he remarked.

  Beth smirked. “It’s ok, babe, your construction is perfect.”

  Josh immediately smiled a thank you at her, not understanding the joke.

  Harold snickered at Beth as the passage opened into the main hall.

  The old hall had been vast and open, but the new main room rose with greater height. Narrow windows along the taller walls poured in light, accentuating the structure and drawing the eye to Harold’s banner at the far end, mounted as if it had always belonged there.

  The sprig and the blade.

  Green cloth edged in darker thread. The symbol was sharp and unmistakable against the stone, right above a chair that was clearly a small throne. Margaret stopped walking.

  “Well,” she said quietly. “That’s not subtle at all.”

  Harold stood there longer than he meant to, hands resting on his belt, eyes on the banner. “We didn't make that banner.”

  “No,” Beth said. “We didn’t.”

  Josh tilted his head. “Subtle system flex.”

  Side passages branched off the hall, each opening into rooms that felt planned rather than just generous. Offices came with built-in shelving already sized for ledgers and crates. The council chamber was furnished, smaller than the old one, but shaped so voices carried cleanly without echo. Storage rooms were tucked in, dry and cool, their doors already reinforced.

  Margaret tested one of the reinforced doors, nodded once, and made a mental note.

  “Administrative flow makes sense,” she said. “We can still use this for the administrative heart of the town.”

  “Of course, that's what you’re excited about, look at this place!” Josh said clearly, having the time of his life.

  Stairs spiraled upward along the inner wall, stone worn smooth despite having no reason to be. They climbed, passing a level clearly meant for guards and officers, with bunks built into alcoves and weapon racks already bolted into place. There was a furnished office for Harold and outer offices for his assistants.

  Beth paused near a window slit and looked out over the Landing. “You can see the whole square from here.”

  Harold nodded. “You’re supposed to.”

  The final stair narrowed as it climbed, ending at a simple wooden door banded in iron.

  Harold pushed it open.

  The Lord’s room was larger than his old quarters, but not by much. Stone walls rose to a high ceiling, supported by thick wooden beams. A wide window overlooked the basin. A small balcony offered a view of the square, and from three floors up, he could see everything built so far. A sturdy desk stood near the wall, plain but well-made. The bed sat opposite, with rough, clean linens and a solid frame. A fire already burned in the small fireplace near the bed, welcoming them in.

  Underfoot, a familiar rug.

  Woven thick, dyed deep red and brown from old blood, the fibers were uneven where early looms had struggled. Harold let out a breath with a chuckle. He hadn’t realized he was holding it.

  “They actually kept it,” he said, voice soft. “Probably need to get this redone after the Thornwalkers bled all over it.”

  Josh glanced around the room. “Still simple.”

  “It’s functional, genius,” Beth shot back, smacking Josh’s head.

  Harold stepped fully inside, boots pressing into the rug. The sensation grounded him more than the stone ever could. He looked out the window, then back at the room. This space was his, whether he wanted it or not.

  Outside, the Landing kept cheering.

  Harold turned to Margaret with a smile still on his face.

  Margaret, let the people outside tour the keep—but remind them: no posting about the interior. This victory belongs to them as much as to us. Let your administrative replacement handle the rest. You've seen where your office will be. Centurion Parker and my guard can take the bunks below. I wouldn't be surprised if there are also storage rooms and additional staff housing down there.

  Harold walked out onto the balcony to see the crowd outside cheering even harder for their Lord and the victory that belonged to all of them. Just that week, two more villages fell to monster raids, and they knew they were only as well off as they were because of the work Harold and all of them did. It was a welcome victory.

  Josh walked up next to him…”So…which one is my room?”

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