“Count Forrest’s territory is in the South, not to mention, his new business is in full swing. It wouldn’t be right to send him up to the North right now.”

At her words, one of the nobles spoke up with a regretful expression.

“But Your Highness, even if we searched our entire country for someone to defend our borders, there is no one more dependable or stronger than Count Forrest.”

All the other nobles around him nodded in agreement. They had realized in this war how lazy they had become and how competent Milton was for having consistently prepared for war. 

“Count Forrest, won’t you let go of your personal business and defend the Northern border for the sake of our country’s security?”

Earnestly begging, Viscount Reagan looked towards Milton. In turn, Milton felt rather burdened by Reagan’s earnest request. 

‘This guy is burdensome.’

It wasn’t like Viscount Reagan was a beautiful young lady, nor did Milton feel particularly moved by the earnest gaze of a middle-aged man. But, Reagan’s words were still reasonable.

‘What should I do? I want to refuse, but I don’t have a good enough reason to do that… Should I just say no, knowing that they’re gonna get mad at me?’

For a second, Milton thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to reject them and return back down to the South.  He had saved the country once, but that didn’t mean he was that attached to it to keep saving...