The first Alliance contingent sent to support Tarlonnd would continue its rotational deployment on that northern continent for a full year, until the next construction support force relieved them. But before that, the military personnel responsible for escort duties and the initial handover had already completed their mission and returned today to Northport on the northern border of the Cecil Empire. After so many days away, setting foot on imperial soil again stirred even a rough, burly fellow like Byron.
Ever since the human nations had lost the protection of the Storm Church seven hundred years ago and been sealed within this continent by the Endless Sea, mortal vessels had finally challenged that boundless ocean once again. They crossed the frigid polar waters, visited a continent far beyond the borders of Human Civilization, and returned safely. This feat would surely be recorded in history.
"Following His Majesty all these years, I really have run into one history-making event after another," Byron said, standing at the edge of the upper deck and shaking his head. "I'm almost looking forward to seeing what it'll be like when my name shows up in school textbooks..."
"Rest assured, sir, history students will curse you every time they see your name," the adjutant's voice came from beside him. The imperial officer, dressed in a naval uniform, wore a cheerful smile. "Because they'll have to memorize in full how many days you spent catching sea breezes in Tarlonnd's wasteland—and all the other historical events you were involved in."
Byron turned to glance at the man who had fought alongside him from the southern region until now, then raised an eyebrow. "Attention! About face!"
The adjutant instinctively straightened up and turned around. Byron immediately kicked him in the backside. "Instead of spouting nonsense, get down there and