The long, arduous expedition of the Pendragon family ended in success. It wasn’t just a good win; it was a great win.

Decades had passed since the White Dragon last spread her wings over the skies of Conrad Castle. All those present sent their worship and enthusiasm towards Alan Pendragon, who had found a way to pledge with the dragon.

But the festivities lasted only one day. Even though the numbers were smaller than expected, there were at least a dozen fallen soldiers to honor.

People assumed that the soldiers’ families would be compensated with some gold coins, but they were wrong.

“…Thus, I will bestow thirty coins to the bereaved family of Rick Bowman. In addition, Rick Bowman’s direct descendants will receive priority when applying for a business run by the duchy and will be exempt from taxes for three years. Finally, they will be receiving 50% off of their taxes for two years afterward. I promise these things in the name of Pendragon.”

“Thank you. Thank you!”

Thirty women stood in a line, repeatedly bowing their heads. Small children who stood beside their mothers followed their gestures with sniffling noses. The people who were around the women also bowed their heads with tear-filled eyes.

The Duchy promised not only gold coins for the deceased soldiers’ families but also jobs and tax exemption.

And…

“If you want a job in my castle, I am willing to offer you a position right away.”

Alan Pendragon, the master and the ruler of the land, had come directly to console the grieving families of...