News that the high noble had vacated his seat in the Maclaine domain did not spread widely outside. However, murmurs began to emerge from within the domain itself as the high noble, who was usually at the forefront giving work instructions and supervising training, had not shown his face for nearly ten days.
Yet, as the Lord who knew Logans whereabouts and the magician Clayton who had aided him kept silent, no one in the domain dared inquire about the high nobles whereabouts. The only problem, though, was that despite the situation, knights from ruined families began knocking on the doors of Maclaine Town one by one.
A neutral powerhouse actively recruiting knights, offering generous conditionsit was an attractive option for knights who had lost their affiliations due to war. Among them were some who sought to exploit the situation. The knights, Tenan, Dylan, and Jacob, now raising their voices in the manor office, were such examples.
We came here because we heard that the high noble was recruiting.
How can it be that the person in question is not present?
Isnt it against propriety?
Having lost their liege in the civil strife, the three, who had met on the way to Maclaine Town and had gotten along despite their recently formed acquaintanceship, were, surprisingly, a good match. The absurdity that the ones seeking appointment were now voicing complaints did not pass unnoticed, but they had their own calculations.
Maclaine had made a fortune through something, and it also took control of the stronghold of the Bifrost, one of the three wealthiest families in the kingdom. In other words, they became incredibly wealthy and were actively seeking to expand their power. With just cause, they could demand better terms, banking on the fear of rumors if nothing else.
or so they thought.
Thus, these three pressured the civil servant accommodating them with polite yet forceful voices. Naturally, the official facing them felt like he was on the edge of death.
But they are guests who have come upon the high nobles invitation.
The bald Regal Hice kept wiping sweat off his forehead and forced a smile.
Ahaha The high noble will emerge as soon as he completes his seclusion training. If you could stay here until then
No. How long are we expected to wait? We need a definite answer before then. Were not in a position to wait around.
Do they think we have the luxury to wait, the scoundrel?
Regal was filled with doubts whether he should earnestly welcome these ruffian knights. At that moment, one influential figure passing by in front of his office extended a helping hand.
Hmm? Regal? Are they guests? Theyre dressed as knights?
Ah! Sir Heinke! Youve arrived at just the right time. These knights have come from the front lines, and they wish to meet the high noble to negotiate terms Ah, knights. This is Sir Heinke, the commander of Maclaines knighthood.
With relief, Regal explained the situation, and the observing knights stepped forward.
I am Tenan from Tainan. Back home, I was known as Tenan of the Strong Sword. Its an honor to meet you.
I am Dylan from Gepfield. Likewise, in my hometown, comrades called me Dylan of the Swift Sword.
I am Jacob from Tehennan. The Brute Force
Ah. Okay, I got it. All of you have epithets, so you must be exceptional. Im envious; I dont have one.
Jacob, cut off, displayed an awkward expression but didnt dwell on it further. He stood before the strong domains commander of the knighthooda man who would become their superior if they were employed here.
All three simultaneously waved their hands dismissively.
No, its just a nickname from the countryside.
My comrades would be the ones acknowledging that.
As for me, enemies found me rather fearsome, but here
Well, we can test that later, cant we? Id rather see skills than words.
Heinkels casual demeanor did not feel out of place.
Yes! Thats right!
Weve heard of Maclaines fame
We know of the commanders reputation
Save the chatter. I have something to say.
Heinkel, with a hand raised, cut them off, his gaze coldly scanning them.
Our high noble values ability and rewards it accordingly. If you want better treatment, prove your abilities. Id prefer skills over words.
Chilled by Heinkels firm words, the three couldnt help but nod awkwardly.
* * *
Load! Fire!
A torrent of quarrels from hundreds of soldiers followed the command, turning the trees before them into swiss cheese. The flood of bolts they had unleashed was unprecedented, and the three knights could not help but express their awe.
The soldiers are well-trained indeed.
Im amazed. I didnt know there were crossbows like this.
Now I see why Maclaine is so prosperous.
Mounting their horses, they clapped their hands in admiration. Thats when Regal inwardly scoffed.
Are these guys knights or flatterers? Why couldnt they act like this with me?
While he aired his grievances to himself, Heinkel soberly corrected the knights misunderstanding.
They are not soldiers. They are the home guards.
Home guard?
Like, the village home guards?
They are not official soldiers even with such equipment?
Thats another great thing about our Lord. Its trouble if youre only impressed by this.
Thinking they were just showing off, the three smiled awkwardly, their exchanged glances plainly expressing their thoughts.
Theyre probably just making it seem more than it is.
There are ten forts, and for only two to three hundred home guards? There must be hundreds of villages.
But as they headed to the practice field and saw such groups time and again, their thinking inevitably began to change.
Surely not every group is from a single village?
That would be a stretch, even for us.
Ah, yes, of course
They are assembled in units from three villages.
Three villages?
In the last few days, its been collective training. Most are gathered nearby. It also doubles as preparation for a new town construction, so youll see many on your way.
Speechless they remained, and upon arriving at the knight training grounds, their words had completely vanished.
Try to block this!
CRASH!
Ill leave you with your life, at least!
THUD!
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