The elderly Viscount felt a deep weariness as he watched the nobles, their expressions varied and their minds clearly scheming.
'How did this generation of nobles turn out like this? He remembered that in his youth, they all took pride in dying in battle!'
The elderly Viscount sighed. As he looked at the scene before him, recalling their assembly and the march here, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
'He remembered how brave and proud the nobles of the Caladian Empire had been in his youth.'
They pursued better armor, stronger warhorses, superior Martial Arts, and greater military honors.
Their names and deeds would be sung by Minstrels, their stories recorded in the annals of history, becoming objects of admiration for future generations.
However, as time went on, the new generation of nobles seemed to have forgotten these traditions.
