Gwen soon boarded the train. After the Expeditionary Force personnel managing the station saw the document in her hand, they immediately dragged two people off the train and made room for her.
"Th-That doesn't seem right, does it?" Gwen was startled. She had thought there would be empty seats on the train, but it turned out she was cutting in line.
"Don't worry. These people are nobles being sent off for trial. If they board later, they get tried later. They ought to be thrilled."
Gwen nodded and headed toward the platform with her luggage.
"Come this way for a security check. Open these two large suitcases for inspection." The Expeditionary Force soldier in charge of security pointed at Gwen's two big cases.
Gwen did not have many personal belongings. She had spent all this time leading the Expeditionary Force into battle; other than her life, there was little she could hold on to—and sometimes, she had nearly left half that life behind on the battlefield.
But this time, she had brought quite a lot of things, carrying bags and cases of all sizes.
"This is my armor, and this is my longsword." Gwen handed over a wooden case with one hand. The inspector casually took it, only to stagger under the weight and nearly fall over.
"Why is this so heavy?!"
"Heavy?" Gwen looked puzzled and reached out to lift it. "It's only about a hundred pounds. That's not heavy, is it?"
A hundred pounds...
A typical full suit of plate armor weighed less than seventy pounds. Any heavier than that would consume far too much stamina. Gwen's hundred-pound set was already rather outrageous.
The Expeditionary Force soldier's cheek twitched. Gritting his teeth and straining all over, he finally managed to take the case from her.
"Mm, the armor