“Double check all your personal belongings and drinks!”

“Make sure you have the salt!”

It was quite hectic since morning with 1,000 people getting busy preparing for departure. Even if they were a scouting party, having so many members meant it would take longer to get ready. The soldiers had proud expressions, but hints of anxiety could be seen on their faces as well. After all, they were in charge of a grave mission - the first important operation of the United Southern Army.

The remaining soldiers at the base had regretful expressions as they observed the busily-preparing members of the scouting party.

The disappointment wasn’t only limited to men either.

“Your Grace, this…”

Lindsay held something out. Unlike the noisy outside, it was relatively quiet inside the tent. As she tied a red handkerchief around the left scapula of the White Dragon Armor, a small smile appeared around Raven’s mouth.

It was something that a fiancée or a married woman would do before their beloved left for battle.

“Thank you.”

Raven patted Lindsay’s head with one of his hands. The warmth of his touch was felt, as he had yet to equip his gloves.

“Yes…”

Even though they had been together for quite a long time,...