Southward!

"Come back alive!" Lance offered his heartfelt blessing. After all, no one worried about Apophis Breo going out to pioneer land. That guy carried the inherited traits of generations of Grand Duke Junlins, and his bloodline still concealed its own power. As long as he did not go looking for trouble with an Orc fortress, no one could kill him before he gave up resisting. But Ismir truly made everyone worry, because he really could die!

"I'll do my best!" Ismir laughed freely, as though he had already accepted life and death. Ambition needed to be watered with blood...

"Be careful on the road! Have a safe journey!" Lance blessed him earnestly.

Without alerting anyone, Ismir set out at dawn with his small caravan onto a road of unknown prospects.

"He left?" Roland suddenly appeared out of nowhere and casually asked.

"...Your Highness, people can be scared to death by other people!" Lance said earnestly as he looked at Roland.

"It's fine. I believe in your courage and nerve!" Roland replied calmly.

"...By the way, did you seriously agree to let Ismir pioneer Mirkwood?" Lance asked silently.

"Since he was unwilling to remain beneath others, he needed to put in more effort than others and walk the thorny path that others could not. Nothing came without labor. If it did... it was merely the shelter left behind by one's ancestors!" Roland said meaningfully. Just like Apophis Breo and the others, they had been born in Rome. It was only because the hardships endured by their forebears, generation after generation, had become sweetness for their descendants. A noble who left the protection of his family was worth less than a dog.

That was why countless illegitimate noble sons flocked into the army and Pioneer Teams one after another. If they