At the end of March, Terra Year 774, the Xiahui Territory convoy led by me, Ian Alchomon, Baron Silverpeak, was attacked by the Dragon-Worshiping Cult in the jungle southwest of Three Rivers City.
This group of Dragon-Worshiping Cult fanatics consisted of forces from several sides, led by the Canaanmore Dragon-Worshiping Cult and supported by the Blazing Flame Lands and Azure Heaven Royal Court branches. There were three Second Energy Level Ascenders and seven First Energy Level Ascenders, ten in total.
Their attack not only inflicted tremendous losses upon my convoy, but also endangered our nation's territorial security and scorned our national dignity.
Consumed by rage, I fought them with all my strength. After paying a tremendous price, with the aid of Viscount Aels Grant of Harrison Port, I successfully defeated the enemy and captured all three Second Energy Level Ascenders.
Though victorious, we had still paid a tremendous price. To defeat them, the force under my command suffered grievous casualties and losses, while Viscount Grant, who had come to our aid out of righteousness, even had his Aether Armor damaged.
My losses were of no consequence, but Viscount Grant, who defeated the cultist force, successfully safeguarded our national territorial security, and upheld our national prestige, deserved to be commended.
"What do you think of writing it like this?"
Anyun Town was a peaceful little town located between Three Rivers City and Harrison Port, and it was also where the Xiahui Territory party had currently settled.
Inside a room where insect-repelling incense smoldered, Ian handed the report he had just finished writing to the smiling Viscount Grant seated opposite him.
"Your handwriting has gotten prettier again, Ian."
Taking the report, Viscount Grant did not even look at its contents before praising Ian's handwriting without hesitation—the youth's writing had always been clean