In this regard, Viscount Rimor believed he had not mistreated the soldiers. At least eighty percent of the food he provided was of good quality, and the remaining twenty percent was just old stockpiled grain, which, once cooked, no one could taste the difference. There was absolutely no problem.
For so many years, isn't this how every country's army operates? Even the soldiers themselves were indifferent; after all, having something to eat in these border mountains was already good, and The Empire, at least, did not skimp on military provisions, which could be considered quite conscientious.
Unfortunately, their opponent was Ian.
