‘No matter what you do, you’re going to be in the front line, Jung-Wook…’

I knew that there was a difference between fighting together with the castle knights and managing militia units. For Song Jung-Wook, this was a matter of survival, and the only reason why he agreed to Count Castlerock’s suggestion was that he thought I would place the Small Stone Guild at a suitable location. Probably…

‘...Somewhere in the back.’

Count Castlerock had already made up his mind by declaring martial law and preventing the free city citizens from fleeing the city. He also knew that things would feel out of place if he volunteered to lead the efforts himself, but if the honorary bishop took charge, that would be entirely different. To the Small Stone Guild, choosing me as the guild’s shield appeared to be a great choice, but it was their mistake for misunderstanding my intentions. Song Jung-Wook had to be thinking that I still cared about him, because he desperately started agreeing with the count, and naturally, the other guild masters supported him.

“Even if the guilds and clans work independently, we still need someone to lead us, and...