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  The next day, it was all about reorganizing. It was just a question of structuring the groups more efficiently, so that none of the colony's members were overburdened. It was obvious to me that the division of bor was essential to maintain order and the smooth running of everything.

  First, we divided the groups into four main functions. One group would be responsible for surveilnce and patrols around the vilge, another was in charge of foraging for food, another for distributing food and other necessary materials, and finally, another group would focus on maintaining essential equipment and materials.

  Despite having allocated few orcs to the patrols, the ants, with their precise mental communication, would be responsible for this function. They had an advantage in this respect, although I knew that extra support would be needed if anything got out of hand. The truth was that most of the ants already had peers assigned to specific tasks, but those who weren't committed to their families could easily be integrated into the patrol team.

  That's when Anthalia came into the picture. She helped me coordinate and communicate the distribution of roles clearly and efficiently. To her, everything seemed simple. For me, it was a puzzle, but with her help, everything fell into pce.

  The hardest part was delegating the leadership of the orcs. Despite having the power to take control, I knew it wouldn't be a fair choice. Gashdo-San was already ruling the orcs well, and it wasn't because I was more powerful that I should take on that role. So I decided to keep him in the position of leader of the orcs, even if my loyalty and authority over them was recognized.

  - Listen, even though I have your loyalty, I will still leave the role of leader of the orcs in Gashdo's hands. Please govern them accordingly. - I said, trying to keep my composure.

  - I promise not to let you down, Satouma-Sama. I will meet all your expectations. - Gashdo replied with a deep respect in his voice.

  I knew I was making the right choice. But at the same time, I felt like I was taking the weight off my back. It was a responsibility that I couldn't carry on my own. And, frankly, I didn't want to. Deep down, I knew that limiting myself to this role could make me even more restricted. I needed to ensure that everyone knew how to defend themselves, even if my direct intervention was only necessary in extreme situations.

  But there was a small problem ahead. The reconstruction of the orcs' homes was at a deplorable stage.

  - I'm counting on you... but you know, the method you use to build houses is a bit... inadequate... - I said, trying to be diplomatic.

  The constructions were being made in an improvised way, with dead branches, dry leaves and gravel. I found myself lost in silent frustration. This wasn't just a temporary camp, it was a starting point for creating a stable society, and the structure they were trying to erect wouldn't st a month. It was frustrating.

  - Unfortunately, I have to agree with you. We never had the need to build permanent homes. We were nomads out of necessity. - Gashdo replied with a twinge of regret in his voice.

  I understood. They weren't used to the idea of staying in one pce. It was something new for all of us. But as the numbers increased, it was an issue to be dealt with. I didn't expect miracles, but I knew I had to start with the basics. Clothes, for example, were another concern. Improvised, shabby, and far from suitable for anything other than an emergency situation.

  - We're still dealing with that. You taught us a few things back then, but our weaving method is quite different, as you saw. - Gashdo said, trying to expin the situation.

  What bothered me most was not the fact that we were at an early stage, but how unlikely it seemed that we would be able to establish a real infrastructure with so few resources and so much ignorance.

  Although I had been a general services specialist in my world, I had never been fully experienced in major renovations. I knew enough to be useful, but guiding rge groups, teaching them how to build something durable and sturdy, was something that would require more patience and technique than I was prepared to offer.

  Perhaps it was time to start by building a stable structure. Something simple, but functional, with the limited resources we had. And as for weaving, we could start with something simple like sweaters or pants, although it would be difficult to manipute the silk threads with the precision needed for something more complex.

  But before I could get any more lost in my thoughts, Anthalia brought me back to reality.

  - Satouma-Sama. - she called out, interrupting my train of thought.

  - What's wrong? - I asked, already tired of so many problems piling up.

  - I was informed by one of the other ants that there is someone on the outskirts of the vilge. - she said, with an expression that showed concern.

  One more problem... I thought, feeling a slight irritation forming. What else could happen now?

  - An enemy monster? - I asked, trying to concentrate.

  - We don't think so. - he replied, with a tone that indicated that we still couldn't rule out any risk.

  - Could you show me? - I asked, getting up to prepare myself.

  - As you wish. - Anthalia replied, already positioning herself to establish the mental link.

  Soon, the link was formed, and I shared the vision of one of the ants. It was the first time I had done this so clearly, and it felt... disconcerting. The view was sharp and from multiple angles, the ant's compound eyes captured everything, and it made me slightly dizzy. But when I focused, I could see what it saw. A being, a little way from the vilge.

  - A dwarf? - I excimed, surprised by the revetion.

  - Yes, and he looks weak. - Anthalia replied, confirming my suspicion.

  Dwarves... I never imagined they really existed. It all seemed so fanciful, so far from my reality, but here he was, a dwarf, weak and in need of help. I had read about them, knew of their skill as bcksmiths and their vast knowledge in many other areas. Perhaps I could use this to my advantage.

  - Should we do something? - Anthalia asked, still waiting for an answer.

  - Is she far away? - I asked, trying to understand the distance between us.

  - No. Should I ask her to come back? - she asked, as if to save herself the effort.

  - That won't be necessary. I'd like you to take me there. - I decided, already thinking about what I could do with this new encounter.

  Perhaps it was time for a new approach. A new beginning, or perhaps an opportunity to learn more about this world and its peculiarities.

  Vaku