The Brodstock army marched forward proudly. As expected of an army belonging to one of the most powerful empires in the world, the soldiers’ morale was high, and their movements were swift and orderly. Likewise, the knights on their horses wore armor that glistened under the sunlight; their armor looked as if they would deflect any attack and their weapons looked as if they would slaughter any enemy.

Standing in front of this army was Marquess Classy, the appointed commander-in-chief of this army. While Marquess Classy fiddled with the marshal baton he received from the Emperor, his deputy, Baron Latane, talked to him.

“We are going to arrive at Mirotel Lake soon, Commander. If we just pass over that hill there, we will begin to see the lake.”

“Hm!” Marquess Classy twirled the baton around and smashed it against his palm. “We’ll soon be able to exterminate the bug infestation that has been growing under our noses.”

“Since the notoriety of those bugs has spread far and wide across the world, the glory of our Brodstock Empire will rise even further if we deal with them. I’m sure the Emperor would note that you were the one to have spread the Empire’s...