On the way back, more than a dozen youths rode up from behind, laughing as they passed the carriage and continued on. Even on the streets, they handled their horses with effortless ease.
The knight driving the carriage was a royal knight who had learned specialized methods for identifying enemies, especially those of the warrior profession. Such skills were essential for protecting a king.
The moment those dozen or so youths passed, he immediately sensed their auras and could not help feeling slightly alarmed.
"What is it?" the old king in the carriage asked upon hearing his startled cry.
"Your Majesty, more than a dozen youths just passed by, and every one of them was Third Level or above! They looked no older than fourteen or fifteen. To see such a group of young, promising apprentice knights gathered together is truly rare!"
No sooner had he spoken than another group passed the carriage on horseback. This time, every rider was a young Druid.
"They should all be young nobles from this area, along with students from the Druid Academy. Tomorrow is Romon's coronation day. They must be busy with tomorrow's affairs," the old king said calmly after looking out through the carriage window.
His voice was calm, and so was his heart.
Tatshaw Territory possessing such young people had long been noted in the intelligence reports. Every lineage had produced a new generation, and Tatshaw Territory's strength would continue to rise day by day. Yet there was nothing especially surprising about it.
New forces were naturally this full of vigor.
"I am old, old indeed. In the end, I have still grown old. The continent ahead belongs to the young," the king, who had never admitted to being old, could not help sighing.
Thinking that tomorrow morning, he would personally