A few days later, House Silversword's army took a stop in a forested area somewhere in the northern region.
"We have arrived at our first stop, Your Highness," Aldrin reported.
Alaric looked around before moving his eyes to a map of the northern region.
"We will set up camp here and rest for the night. Tell everyone to set up the tents and send scouts to observe the area." He instructed.
"I obey your commands." Aldrin bowed his head deeply, turned around, and left to complete the task.
After sending him away, Alaric jumped off his horse and went ahead to set up his tent.
This brings back memories…
When he was part of the crown prince's army in his past life, he had mastered the art of setting up a tent. It was one of the basic skills that a soldier must learn.
"Your Highness, why are you doing this on your own? Let me do it for you!" A surprised voice drifted into his ears.
Alaric turned his head and saw Rigor rushing to his side.
