On the dirt roads of Storm Territory.
"I never expected Storm Territory to be this desolate!" The moment Jerry and his subordinates set foot in Storm Territory, he was immediately taken aback.
During the autumn campaign last time, he had seen how formidable Nalant was, turning the tide of battle all by himself. He had assumed Nalant must have been born into a family with deep foundations.
Even if he was not a great noble, his territory should at least have been exceptionally prosperous. Only then could he have raised a Transcendent knight order of his own, along with several unprecedentedly sharp weapons.
"Young Master, when we asked around in Tulip City, we heard that Baron Nalant had once merely been a second son. His territory was also the Land of Misfortune that everyone feared, so it was bound to be this desolate!" the captain of the guards beside Jerry said.
"That is precisely what makes Nalant extraordinary. Dela, let alone being a baron's second son—if I were granted a fief of my own again, I'm afraid I couldn't possibly achieve anything either!"
"What's even more terrifying is that Nalant developed amid such hardship. Perhaps that is the very reason for his success. If one wants to rise above the crowd, one must be able to endure hardship!" Jerry nodded at those words, and instead admired Nalant even more.
A poor birth was not frightening. What was frightening was being born poorly and still being this formidable.
Jerry felt that compared to Nalant, he was simply a worthless young master.
Of course, as Jerry looked at the barren woods around him, he had already imagined Nalant as a practical noble who did not know how to enjoy himself, spending every coin he earned on training his subordinates and forging those