The Northlands' People Crave Military Merit

"Volvo agreed to give us resources?"

On Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan was somewhat surprised. As far as he knew—yes, as far as he knew, because even he himself had no idea how many demands the Northwind nobles had packed into those letters sent to Twilight Province.

It was not Ryan's demand alone. The entirety of Northwind Province was asking the Empire for aid. There were more and more orcs in the Northlands, and the Northwind nobles, who dealt with orcs year after year, naturally knew the consequences of losing the war.

He had not expected Volvo to agree.

"Although Columbus III is dead, even the dead Columbus III still carries authority. The orders he left behind have kept the nobles sending supplies to the Northlands."

"There are so many supplies that even Volvo feels he can't hold them all?"

No matter what, this was good news. With these war resources, Northwind Province could better resist the orcs of the Northlands.

Ryan had not been happy for long before Volvo sent someone to invite him the next day, hoping Ryan would go to Twilight Province.

Volvo did not know what the war in the Northlands should look like. He wanted to hear Ryan's opinion.

"What a joke. My territory is closest to the Northlands, and now you want me to leave?"

Ryan snorted coldly, deeply dissatisfied as he prepared to refuse Volvo's invitation. Yet the next moment, he suddenly stopped himself.

"Baronet Kasi, are you saying that Prince Volvo intends to stop the orcs at the Empire's borders once again in Twilight Province?"

Across from him, a member of the Columbus Imperial Family and now Baronet Kasi, proudly raised his head and said,

"That's right. Elector Volvo will inherit His Majesty's will. This is also His Majesty the Emperor's command. His