Ever since he had been reborn as Garon half a year ago—
To prepare for the coming threat of his family's annihilation, Garon had not dared slack off for even a moment.
Besides proposing a marriage alliance to Ned, he had gathered the young men of House Glover between the ages of fifteen and twenty, along with the eldest sons of the four great clans, and formed them into the hundred-man Steel Fist Company.
Drawing on the military knowledge from his previous life, Garon had personally led their training, hoping to shape them into the officer corps of his future army.
But after half a year, even Garon had to admit that he had brought shame upon all those who had been reborn.
Others were reborn and swiftly turned the military knowledge and strategies in their minds into practical experience, then put them to skillful use.
Building a powerful army seemed as easy as child's play to them.
They were forever winning against the odds and crushing their foes.
But since his rebirth, Garon had not even managed to raise a powerful army. Even getting the hundred men he had now in order had been incredibly difficult.
For half a year, Garon had painstakingly trained them as he figured things out along the way.
And what had he achieved—
Nothing more than teaching them to obey orders!
Even so, less than half a month after he left, they had already begun slacking off. They could barely drag themselves through their morning exercises.
How could I ever sweep across the Seven Kingdoms with men like these?
Garon sighed inwardly, then silently descended the hillside, passed through the square wooden tower, and walked to the front of their crooked ranks.
Lawrence had already returned to his place without a word.
Jon, unsure