On the day of their departure, the streets of the Red Tide Fief teemed with people.
The residents had gathered of their own accord along both sides of the road to see off the knights and soldiers heading to war.
Louis rode at the head of the column, wearing a black-and-red cloak with Calvin's family crest embroidered on the shoulder.
Behind him stood the fully equipped knights and soldiers: eight Elite Knights, twenty-five Official Knights, sixty Apprentice Knights, and two hundred infantrymen in all.
Every man was armored and armed.
Even in the Northern Frontier, a force like this was an elite unit ready to enter battle at any moment.
For this campaign, Louis had brought along more than half of the Red Tide Fief's fighting strength.
First, the Red Tide Fief lay in the relatively safe southern part of the Northern Frontier. Even with its forces depleted, it would face no great threat.
Second, he had the Daily Intelligence System, which could warn him of danger in advance and keep his army from being ambushed and wiped out.
With that in mind, he needed to bring enough troops to earn as much military merit as possible.
This would not only secure the Red Tide Fief's position, but also help him gain a firm foothold among the Northern Frontier's established nobles.
One of his goals for this campaign was to make a name for the Red Tide Fief.
Among the crowd seeing them off, Vale stood in the front row, his eyes full of envy.
As an Apprentice Knight, he had already awakened his battle aura, but he was too young and had yet to master his knightly skills, so he had been left behind to continue training.
Watching those imposing knights surround Louis filled Vale with longing.
He wanted