The trip to the royal capital finally came to an end. After their long march, Seon-Hyeok returned to the 24th Regiment garrison.

“Ah, home is the best.”

The garrison lacked the high-quality beds or the soft rugs provided at the capital. There were no servants ready to come running at the pull of a bedside rope. All they had were the cheap field beds and a damp, smelly blanket. However, he finally felt at home.

“I’m not even going to look towards the capital again. Bleh!”

“Ugh, the people at the capital are worse than the Noctein bastards!”

One soldier had been ripped off at a bar in the capital, and another was stressed trying to manage all of the interpersonal relationships. They all had different reasons, but it was clear that the trip did not leave them with many positive memories.

“Hey, you bastards. Get out and dust yourselves off first!”

Belatedly entering the barracks, Clark shouted as he saw the dust covering the air. However, the riders hugged their pillows as though they were reunited with star-crossed lovers, and they did not even think about getting up.

It was almost dusk when they finally crawled out of...