That was neither a hastily assembled mercenary band, nor a knight order propped up by noble bloodlines.
It was an army molded through discipline, industry, and cold calculation, the first truly fully industrialized army in human history.
His thoughts uncontrollably drifted back; the earliest memory was the orphan camp.
Back then, like many children, he was abandoned by disaster by the roadside. In other territories, being an orphan meant slavery, mines, and a short life.
But in the Red Tide Territory, Louis gave them milk, meat, and the qualification to cultivate Fighting Energy.
It wasn't compassion, but more like a calm and direct investment.
Later, he was selected into the Lord's guard, standing behind Louis, wielding a longsword shield, serving as an iron wall against hidden arrows.
Until that day, Louis took away the shield that had accompanied him for years and instead gave him a command sword.
