The Holy King called Merlin and Arietta to the office.

"Hmm? Why are your legs shaking so much?" he asked.

Arietta smiled. "Father, you told me to get close to the military retainers, so I tried getting closer to the knights. It seems I went a bit too far with my physical training."

Merlin was worried that Mordred was already influencing Arietta. It seemed like she was already more battle-hardened.

"Oh, it is good to be sincere in your efforts, but take good care of your body, too."

"I will keep that in mind."

With a benevolent smile, the Holy King took out a map of the Northern Continent from his pocket space and unfolded it.

"As you know, the border front has been pushed back little by little over the past twenty years."

The border of the Holy Kingdom was quite wide, from the area connected to the Alps all the way to the peninsula, well above Olympus Forest. Although it was such a wide border, there were not as many areas as one might think that were active battlegrounds. Not all sections of the border were adjacent to an enemy country, and the Alps in the west were called the Land of Monsters, barely inhabitable with no real need to be protected. In addition, the topography of the eastern peninsula made...