Ryan had always believed that politics, the military, and the economy were inseparable.
When he began influencing every military activity on this land through the Northern Military Council, he would also influence this land's economy and politics.
When the letter from the Corland Kingdom arrived, Ryan was in the world of the Svadilfari Plains, discussing matters with Grand Mage Macken.
Ever since returning from the world of the Wizard Crows, Grand Mage Macken seemed to have found a new direction. He had buried himself in the Mage Tower, and appeared to have made new progress in his research on breeding Northern Warhorses.
But that was not what Ryan cared about.
"The horses of this world are uniquely blessed, but I don't believe every wild horse is qualified to become a warhorse."
"I think we can select a group of horses better suited for endurance. They don't necessarily have to go onto the battlefield."
Ryan said this, and Grand Mage Macken naturally refused stubbornly.
"This is shameless waste! This is inhuman destruction of precious things! Every wild horse is incomparably precious. They should gallop across the grasslands and charge across battlefields, not cooperate with your Northern Territory Merchant Guild to become pack horses pulling carts!"
Grand Mage Macken glared angrily at Ryan, deeply dissatisfied with his visit this time.
"Not every horse can fully absorb the effects of your magical medicine. Those that cannot become warhorses can either remain in the plains or join Frozen Earth Territory's transport convoys."
"Then let them stay here!"
Grand Mage Macken remained resolute.
"At least here, they are free."
Ryan was helpless. Grand Mage Macken was an old fossil—at least when it came to matters beyond magic—and there was little Ryan could do about it.
Yet this land now urgently needed a great deal of