Lucian’s premonition proved correct. Within a week, he was once again woken by Dorian bursting into his chambers.

"My lord!"

Lucian grumbled into his pillow. "I swear, Dorian, if this is another problem—"

"It’s about the city’s safety! With no centralized law enforcement, we have no way to keep order!"

Lucian sighed. "Didn’t I tell people to handle their own problems?"

"Yes, but—" Dorian paused, wringing his hands. "Well, the people took your words to heart. A group of merchants, former soldiers, and even some reformed bandits have taken it upon themselves to maintain peace. They’re calling themselves the ‘Duskwatch Militia.’"

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Lucian finally sat up. "So… people are just keeping each other in check now?"

"Yes! And what’s more, they’ve started training! The blacksmiths are forging weapons, hunters are teaching archery, and a retired knight has stepped in as their leader."

Lucian blinked. "Wait, what?"Dorian cleared his throat. "Elaine Stormcrest, a former knight of the royal order. She was dishonorably discharged… for starting a tavern brawl."

Lucian blinked. "Wait. Our militia is being led by someone who got kicked out for being too violent?"

"In her defense," Dorian muttered, "the fight was against corrupt officials."

"They say it’s all under your vision, my lord. A self-sustaining defense force, independent from imperial oversight!"

Lucian dragged a hand down his face. "Fantastic. Next thing you’ll tell me, we have a standing army."

Dorian beamed. "Well, not yet, but at this rate…"

Lucian groaned. "Why do I feel like this is going to be an even bigger problem later?"