The next morning.

Before dawn, the soldiers of the 7th and the 11th regiment dismantled their tents before preparing for the march. The commanders and the nobles of the coalition gathered together under the orders of the commander-in-chief.

“As you all know, we will be entering Blago territory from now on.”

Viscount Moraine spoke while looking around.

“They are not particularly hostile to our coalition, but I am going to change the formation of the troops just in case.”

“What?”

“The formation of the march?”

People began to murmur at Viscount Moraine’s announcement.

“It is preparations for any unexpected occurrences. Would you not agree that having our strongest force at the front and back will make you feel safer?”

“Well…”

“That is certainly true, but…”

Nobles nodded their heads in agreement, and someone raised their hand and interjected.

“Then we will take the lead!”

“Hmm?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to one place. It was Jian, the landlord of Altien. He spoke to Viscount Moraine with a solemn expression.

“Your Excellency, I have decided to take the lead along with Lord Toldo and these men.”

At Jian’s words, more than a dozen people lined up behind him.

“Well, I appreciate...