Chapter 1729: Sika
The fifty-strong cavalry unit raced like the wind. A faint glow appeared on the riders' armor, not only making it weightless but also granting their warhorses a miraculous power.
It allowed the galloping horses to rapidly recover their stamina even as they ran.
This was a secret technique unique to the Temple of the War God!
To followers of the Temple of the War God, warhorses were their best companions.
Some followers would even choose a single warhorse for life, spending countless magical materials to give it a lifespan and strength beyond imagination.
Karl was one such man.
He had carefully raised the warhorse beneath him since he was fifteen.
From fifteen until around twenty, he had never slept in a bed, sleeping on piles of hay instead. During the day, he practiced his swordsmanship near his horse, and even ate beside it.
Five years had long since forged an intuitive bond between Karl and his warhorse.
Combined with the magical materials fed to it, the horse's value was enough to bankrupt dozens of ordinary middle-class households.
Karl could afford its upkeep because he came from an old noble family in Sika Territory and was related by blood to Viscount Sika. His mother was the viscount's younger sister.
Of course, Karl had not become the commander of this cavalry unit because of his uncle.
He had earned it through genuine strength!
With sword in hand, he had challenged every knight who refused to accept him.
Only after winning every one of his hundred battles had he become their commander.
Wealthy, steeped in generations of learning, and possessing a legacy of their own.
These were the traditional nobles of the Northern Continent.
As for their character?
They could not be called noble-hearted, but neither were they despicable.
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