Rolling a pebble in his hand, Davey nodded once he heard Monmider, the royal guards’ captain and Berman, the knight responsible for training.

“Okay, let’s go,” Davey said calmly, then began walking as he locked the latches on his armor.

Only five hundred people from the Heins Territory were selected. It definitely wasn’t a large number of people; what difference would five hundred people make when the war involved tens of thousands of people? Of course, this very much depended on their activities, but Davey had no intentions of executing a secret plan with these people.

“Thank you all for gathering.”

The knights’ equipment was in great condition, since Davey had poured a lot of money into it. They had shiny chainmail, and their spears were carved and sharpened. The knights who knew how to ride a horse were in full-body armor and showed their pride as cavalry, although there were only about ten of them.

“Some of you are upset that I haven’t been paying as much attention to the territory as I should have.”

Everyone was quiet. There were a lot of guards who had served Davey as militia members, but there were also quite a few people...