“You shouldn’t be afraid of losing soldiers on the battlefield. You can just replenish them again, right? Besides, the adventurers will continue to flock over here anyway, and they are the type of people who will jump headfirst into a dragon’s jaw if someone tells them that they can grow stronger by doing that. Those reckless people are immortal, after all. Our soldiers, you say? Aren’t we being sent reinforcements from all over the continent?” Fallschirm nonchalantly said with a shrug.

“But the officers…”

“Of course, the officers are indeed a valuable resource since the number of freshmen knights we have this year is less than three hundred, or so I believe, and ten of them were unfortunate enough to be sent here as soon as they were knighted. However, a person’s pedigree is what’s most important to them. What’s the background of Squad Leader Carell of the Alligator Squad again?”

“He’s the son of a remote province’s… feudal lord…”

“His father, Biermann, won’t be able to utter a single word even if his son dies a dog’s death here.”

“…”

“There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind that you can treat however you want and those who have to be treated well. Carell is in the former. We just have to use him until his dying breath and replace him with someone else. I’m sure there’s some poor...