Reiner fell silent as he looked at the hopeful faces before him. He knew what these people were thinking. Although he had been an orphan in his previous life, perhaps precisely because of that, both his IQ and emotional intelligence had been above average.
These people might only be minor nobles, but as long as they were nobles—or rather, as long as they lived in this era—they harbored ambitions of revitalizing their families and rising to prominence.
That was why they hoped to follow Reiner and win glory and achievement.
After a moment, Reiner swept his gaze across everyone present and slowly said, "We were born noble. As children of the Holy Father, we should naturally accomplish great deeds. Hiding away in a small northern domain is not my ambition. An epic legend is what I am destined to possess. The descendants of the Moreland Family should be like their ancestors, bearing the Golden Lion Emblem as they march south and north, winning glory in battle!"
"I, Reiner Moreland, do not wish to be nothing more than a minor lord in the North. I want a vast territory of my own and to become a great noble admired by all!"
His words were resolute. Though his voice was not loud, everyone could hear the determination in it.
The people present exchanged glances, then rose from their chairs as one and dropped to one knee. "We are willing to follow our lord, without regret even should blades and spears pierce our bodies!"
As Reiner looked at them kneeling on the ground, an ambition unlike anything he had ever felt before rose within him. His chest burned hot. Winning glory and achievement was a man's romance—fighting the enemy to the death beneath a blood-red setting sun, then returning home after drinking deep