Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 39: A Solution For The Rogue's Attack

**Theo's POV**

My father seemed extremely exhausted so we did not end up meeting again.

The next morning, I joined my father and Peter in the council chamber. The large oak table was covered with maps, architectural plans, and medical reports. My father’s stern expression softened slightly when he saw me, but the worry lines on his forehead remained.

"We are here to discuss what has been done so far concerning the rogues," my father said. "I need to be briefed before we have court this morning."

Peter spread out one of the larger maps, highlighting the areas along the border. "Our architects have been working on a structure to protect the border," he began. "The idea is to build a fortified wall that will prevent the rogues from entering our territory, even if they manage to overpower the guards."

My father leaned in to get a closer look at the plans. "A fortified wall? What kind of structure are we talking about?"

Peter pointed to the detailed sketches. "The architects are proposing a multi-layered defense system. The outer wall will be constructed of reinforced stone, standing at least twenty feet high. It will be topped with iron spikes to deter any attempt to scale it. Behind this, we will have a secondary barrier—a trench filled with sharpened stakes and barbed wire, making it nearly impossible for rogues to cross without significant injury."

I studied the plans, impressed by the thoroughness. "This looks solid. But what about the gates? We need to ensure that they are as impenetrable as the walls."

"The gates will be made of thick iron, reinforced with additional locking mechanisms and guarded round the clock," Peter explained. "Each gate will also have a small garrison stationed nearby, ready to respond to any breach attempt. We've also planned for watchtowers at regular intervals along the wall, equipped with archers and signal flares to alert the pack of any approaching danger."

My father nodded approvingly. "It sounds like a good defense. But I'm sure you are aware that this is also a problem."

Peter sighed, his expression turning grim. "The main issue is how we can construct it without getting attacked. The engineers are extremely vulnerable while they're building, and we can't afford to lose any more people to rogue attacks."

"That is the problem," my father nodded. "The structure is quite complex so it will take a while to build."

I frowned, considering the challenge. "What if we increase the number of guards patrolling the border during construction? Provide them with extra support and better weapons?"

"We've considered that," Peter replied. "But the mutated rogues are incredibly strong and fast. Even with additional guards, it might not be enough. The rogues could launch a coordinated attack, overwhelming our defenses while our engineers are exposed."

My father rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We need a way to ensure the engineers' safety without compromising our defenses. Perhaps we could build a series of temporary barriers that can be moved as construction progresses?"

Peter nodded. "That is what we have thought of, but it would require careful coordination and constant vigilance. The temporary barriers could provide cover for the engineers, allowing them to work on the main structure without being directly exposed to attacks but that will require more funding than what we want to construct, which by the way is a lot of money."

"How would these temporary barriers be constructed?" I asked, examining the plans. "We need something sturdy enough to withstand rogue attacks but also easy to move and reposition as needed."

"The architects have designed modular barriers made of reinforced wood and metal," Peter explained, pointing to another set of sketches. "These barriers can be assembled quickly and moved along the construction site. They will be set up in a staggered formation, creating a safe zone where the engineers can work."

My father leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. "It's a sound plan. But we need to ensure that the guards are well-trained and ready to respond to any threats."

"We'll need to select our best soldiers for this task," Peter agreed. "And equip them with the latest weapons and armour. The blacksmiths have been working on new designs, including crossbows and reinforced shields that should give our guards an edge against the rogues."

“We have the resources and the manpower. We just need to execute the plan with precision." I told him.

Peter gave me a small smile. "I knew you would say that. But there's another issue we need to address—the infected soldiers. That requires more funding. Can we afford it?"

My father’s expression darkened slightly. "Yes, the physicians have been working tirelessly on this. Any progress?"

Peter sighed, pulling out a set of medical reports. "The physicians have been able to find a temporary relief for the burning rash. They've developed a salve that reduces the pain and inflammation, but it doesn't eliminate the rash entirely. The relief only lasts for a few hours before the pain returns."

I looked over the reports, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. "At least it's something. But we need a permanent solution."

"They're working on it," Peter assured us. "The physicians are also developing a repellent for the rogues. The idea is to create a substance that will keep them at bay, making it harder for them to get close enough to attack."

"A repellent?" my father asked, raising an eyebrow. "How does it work?"

Peter pointed to another set of documents. "The physicians are experimenting with various natural compounds and herbs that seem to repel the rogues. They've had some success with a mixture of wolfsbane and other pungent herbs. The plan is to create a spray or ointment that our soldiers can apply before going on patrol."

My father nodded thoughtfully. "That's promising. But we'll need to test it thoroughly before we can rely on it."

"Absolutely," Peter agreed. "The last thing we want is to give our soldiers a false sense of security. The repellent needs to be effective and long-lasting. The physicians are being cautious, but they are making progress."

"You mentioned funding the other time," my father sighed. "Where do we stand on this?”