"Are all the troops on the Red Line this pathetic?"
Werther looked at the Chief Steward, caught between laughter and disbelief.
"Ahem... not all of them. We do have some units that can fight. There just aren't many...
It's been peaceful here for too long. An army that's never seen blood isn't a real army."
Werther nodded. He suddenly missed the pirates of the Donquixote Family.
They were villains, but they were fiercely loyal and capable fighters. More importantly, they had seen blood. They were the sort who grew fiercer as a battle went on.
"If that girl wants to wage a large-scale war, I'll gather the manpower. If she relies on these people, they'll fall apart before the fighting even starts, let alone charge into battle."
Werther had plenty of people under his command. Even the Underworld types were better than these useless fools, to say nothing of the Donquixote Family.
"A large-scale war is unlikely, but if it comes to that, I'll leave it to you. I've spent my whole life on the Red Line. I can fight, but I know little about warfare."
The Chief Steward knew that the Great Swordsman before him was not only powerful in combat but also exceptionally skilled at war.
Beyond his title of Thunder Swordsman, some kings called him the "Lord of War." Wherever his iron hoof passed, nothing grew!
"No problem."
After encountering three patrols, Werther finally entered Mary Geoise.
The Holy Land of Mary Geoise was filled with buildings and castles, all designed with round, pointed roofs.
A breeze swept through, leaving the entire Holy Land shrouded in mist. It was cloud drifting high overhead, scattered by strong winds.
Clouds hid the shorter castles, but at the highest point, an exceptionally tall castle stood at the center of the