Politics was undoubtedly filthy. Even Roland, once so innocent of worldly affairs, had inevitably been swept into this great dye vat! It was true that politics made people grow up, and Roland deeply agreed with that. After all, in just a few years, he had changed from a hot-blooded bunny into a scheming bunny. Now, whenever other factions and nations were mentioned, calculations were the first thing that flashed through Roland's mind...
"Ugh! I've been tainted!" Roland shuddered and said with lingering fear. The thought of becoming an old politician obsessed with power struggles made him feel sick. Roland sighed. Once upon a time, he had been a knight who charged ahead in hot blood. Now... not only would the nobles never allow Roland to go to the front lines himself, but he also had worries and attachments of his own.
"Power and wealth truly are the best poisons! Thorin... I finally understand why you became like that after taking the Arkenstone!" Roland murmured as he looked over the wilderness that had begun to yellow. No one answered him in the empty room; only ravens flying in the distance let out long cries.
"Roar!" A vigorous Dragon's Roar rang out through Lagrange City, sending the newly assembled Gondor troops into chaos... No, they did not deserve to be called soldiers yet. At most, they were militia! After all, one could not truly use a group of old farmers who only knew how to wave dung forks as soldiers. The last lord who had tried that had been torn apart by Orcs!
"Arseff! Maintain order among your soldiers! If this were a battlefield, the military police would already be drawing their swords!" Maple Forest Youlan's expression was grim. He had personally watched this rabble scatter in all directions within five