Ghislain’s confidence was evident, but Claude’s tone was skeptical as he asked,
“Combat rations?”

“That’s right. Start by setting up a facility for manufacturing them. I’ll provide the details on what’s needed.”

“Is this another one of those secret techniques only you know, my lord?”

“Exactly. It’s something that doesn’t exist in this world yet.”

“Hmm…”

Claude sighed, recalling past endeavors. Whether it was improving wheat or developing cosmetics, Ghislain’s ideas had always seemed absurd at first, yet they had ultimately succeeded. Claude had long stopped trying to argue against such projects, though a nagging question remained.

Creating combat …