With the continent's situation stabilizing, Mountain Territory had gotten on track and was running itself in an orderly fashion. Freed up from work, Hudson spent his days cooped up at home with his wife, children, and mistress.
Setting aside his professional achievements, for someone in his twenties to become so absorbed in enjoying life made him a textbook example of having no ambition.
Yet reality was exactly the opposite. Hudson, who stayed at home, had become the model of a good husband. Frankly speaking, the Aslant Continent's standards for defining a good husband were truly low.
In any case, Hudson did not dare claim that title. He had even kept his mistress in the house, so no matter how one looked at it, he had nothing to do with being a good husband.
In this regard, Hudson had to thank his father-in-law. It was precisely because the old man had played around so much that Melissa's outlook had been influenced, giving Hudson his current good life.
Out of gratitude toward Count Oran, Hudson had specially commissioned a batch of potions to restore male stamina and sent them over, lest the old man find himself lacking strength.
Reality perfectly confirmed that saying: "When the world is sick, if you alone are normal, then you must be the sick one!"
The Soldier Academy had already been established. Several undeveloped hills near the Black Stone Mountain Range had become the academy grounds.
The dormitories and teaching buildings had all been built by the students themselves. It was not because Hudson wanted to save money, but because youths of this age were already laborers in their households.
The noble-born students found it somewhat harder, but under the instructors' supervision, they still completed their tasks smoothly.
Complaining about hardship and exhaustion was useless. From the