On Rhino Horn Mountain.
Ryan became busy once again. Letters from nobles across the land all required his personal attention.
There was no helping it. His steward and the viscountess's lady-in-waiting always twisted his meaning.
"I said we welcome viscount Amber's child, not that I wanted him to attend the Northern Kingdom Knight Academy. Nor can I promise viscount Punca five Imperial Army officers. If the people he sends can become outstanding students, then they can naturally compete for the opportunity."
Ryan deeply felt that, after the passage of time, his authority over this land had finally become so imposing that it could leave people breathless. It had become glorious.
Because many people in his territory had actually begun trying to guess his intentions.
That would never have happened before. Whatever he said was exactly what he meant, direct and straightforward.
Yet after he casually remarked that a certain viscount's heir and second son seemed to possess decent talent on the knightly path, it somehow appeared in the correspondence between him and that viscount. The busty viscountess, the Baron's Castle's chief lady-in-waiting, had written that information into the letter on his behalf, infuriating Ryan enough that he could only vent his anger on the spot.
"The Northern Kingdom Knight Academy can no longer fit so many people. Tell him to send only the second son. With his strength as a Bronze Knight, he will certainly be able to go to the Imperial Capital in three years."
"As for the heir, he still has a territory to inherit and cannot come here either. The best students for the Northern Kingdom Knight Academy should still be noble children under the Northern Military Council's jurisdiction."
"Do you understand?"
Ryan's fury was blazing. The lady-in-waiting responsible for conveying information could only nod and mumble