Eugene continued his journey to the western coast, where the Bayman Orcs were expected to arrive. On his way, Eugene continued to converse with the knights and nobles. However, while those originating from the Caylor Kingdom willingly complied with Eugene’s call, most of the Brantian nobles were rather callous.

Their reason was simple. Most of them were under the Fransil family, so they didn’t know much about Eugene. They had no fear of him, so they didn’t deem his summons important.

“Sir Arkwood did not comply with the summons. However, he is willing to provide some funds and supplies.”

“The same goes for Sir Kezman. He states that it will be difficult for him to provide troops without the explicit permission of Lord Fransil.”

“They appeared oblivious to the name of His Majesty the King and the royal family’s crest. They reluctantly opened the gates when I gave the honorable names of the duke and Master Pranbow. And even then, they were quite inhospitable.”

“They even questioned if the Bayman Orcs’ invasion was even true. They appeared doubtful of the fact that Your Excellency headed to the North and saw them personally.”

Eugene frowned as the knights returned one after another and gave their reports.

“How regrettable! Your Excellency, they are not qualified to be called knights. Please send me. I will speak to them with the sword, and it will come to an immediate resolution.”

Eugene quickly brushed aside...