Ryan paid no attention to matters in the South. After causing trouble for the lords of the Imperial Capital, he left it at that.
As for Winged Gorge, those knights would naturally make their way into Northwind Province in time. Just as had been discussed in the Council of Elders, since the Northern Knight Academy could be directly tied to the Imperial Legions, it was no longer Ryan's Knight Academy.
The Northern Kingdom Knight Academy was a cake that naturally had to be shared. That was why those nobles had not bothered communicating beforehand and had simply sent knights north with letters of recommendation.
Ryan did not care about that. What concerned him now was precisely the excuse the Imperial Capital's nobles believed he had casually concocted to make trouble—the Burning Legion.
The Burning Legion's appearance had left an indelible mark upon the lands of the Northlands.
It was a Burning Legion created by the Light Flame that had incinerated an entire sea. They carried an indescribable, immense divine power. Wherever the Burning Legion passed, no weeds would ever grow from the soil again.
At first, the nobles traveling along that route paid it no mind, believing it was merely ash left behind by a great fire.
But later, they discovered that the soil in those charred lands remained scorching hot. Forget seeds—even hardy insects were fleeing from it.
It was only because the burned land did not belong to Imperial territory that Ryan had not stated it plainly in the letter sent to the Imperial Capital.
Oren City in the Lost Lands had been deeply troubled by this matter. They had tried countless methods without improving the situation, even digging up the soil and transporting it elsewhere.
Once the matter became serious, it reached Ryan. Naturally, he was furious.