The Frostbegmund territory contained the perpetually frost-covered mountain, but unlike its name, the weather there was only relatively cool. Contrary to what Seon-Hyeok had imagined, it was neither a bleak mountain valley with frigid northern winds, nor a barren land covered in snow year-round.

However, what was even more surprising were the Frostbegmund nobles. Unlike other aristocrats who ruled their land for generations, the nobles here seemed surprisingly plain.

“Why even bother playing at being a noble in this tiny territory? We’re just regular people, despite being nobles in name.”

Hansen casually responded to his questions. Seon-Hyeok found himself looking around uneasily, wondering whether it was an appropriate topic to bring up in front of Hansen’s father.

“That’s true. Put simply, we’re closer to village chiefs. Let’s just say it’s a hereditary position as village chief recognized by the royal family.”

Baron Wulfmeyer, Hansen’s father and the head of the Frostbegmund territory, introduced himself as little more than a common village leader. He repeated this several times, as if pleased by his wittiness, and food flew out of his mouth every time he spoke. It was far from the...