“… you mean all the foreigners?”

“That’s right. There’s one high-tier class and fourteen mid-tiers – that’s a lot of firepower. If they’re supported by the cavalry, they’ll be able to show more strength than the average knight division. I’ll leave them to you.”

The marquis spoke like he was doing him a favor, but Seon-Hyeok felt as though he was being given an additional burden.

It was true that foreigners were the most powerful entities on the battlefield so long as the knights and mages were held back. However, the problem was that these foreigners belonged to the Central Army, and not the Western Army.

“Are you telling me to be their babysitter?”

Despite having low-tier classes, the foreigners in the Western Army were battle-tested as a result of repeated Noctein invasions. Even if they did not individually make significant contributions in the wars, they had fought, and they had survived. The foreigners in the Central Army were different. They were like flowers grown in the safety of greenhouses, and they had never been exposed to war.

“I don’t want to.”

When Seon-Hyeok frowned and expressed his displeasure with the prospect of commanding these foreigners, the marquis explained why it was necessary.

“If we carelessly send them into this war, they’ll probably all die in their first battle. All the effort the royal family put into their development will have amounted to nothing. Wouldn’t it be better for them to be led by a commander who knows them well and has experience winning in wars?”

“I don’t want to....