Ang stood before Igelm's southern gate, gazing at the imposing city walls and sighing. "Igelm's walls are really massive."
Quintina sat on horseback, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the heavily guarded city. She sighed as well. "Yes, it's completely different from the North Wind Territory. It feels more like the heart of the Empire."
As they entered through the city gate, the soldiers in the group marched in neat formation, and the atmosphere was tense yet orderly.
Along the way, Ang carefully observed his surroundings and noticed that the people he had brought with him, especially the civilians, wore expressions of both excitement and anxiety.
Although they had just put on standard military uniforms, they still seemed somewhat unaccustomed to them. Many of the uniforms did not fit properly, especially on those who had originally been frail and thin.
Yet being able to struggle free from poverty and cross these enormous gates meant that they finally had another possibility.
"I admit, this city makes me feel oppressed," Ang muttered to himself as he slowly rode his Green Mane Horse at the head of the group.
They soon arrived at the barracks arranged for them in advance. The camp was neat and fully equipped, far more refined than Ang had imagined.
The officer receiving them quickly directed Ang to settle in and briefly informed him, "If you have any problems, go directly to Lord Betsy, the person in charge of the Third Legion here."
Ang nodded, then entered the camp with Quintina and several accompanying soldiers.
Once the people who had received them left, the camp immediately returned to silence, leaving only Ang and his troops.
Ang did not act in haste. Instead, he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts.
"Quintina, stay here and get the