The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Fran, well done, I am quite satisfied. The only thing that I regret is that the numbers are a bit too few. Compared to the Storm Infantry Corps, our Self-defense Army seems too weak. Don’t you think we need to continue expanding the size of our Self-defense Army?" Komer’s face was brimming with a contented smile, and he gave Fran, who had come to report, the proper military salute before asking him to accompany him on the inspection.

"Baron Sir, we can’t increase any further. The quality of the troops is more important than quantity, and they are not yet fully qualified. Perhaps after this battle, they will truly grow. To tell you the truth, I am already very satisfied with their performance, but if we were to expand further, I’m afraid the quality of our army would be hard to guarantee. My suggestion is to wait until this batch has become qualified soldiers before considering anything else. I understand your concerns, but rushing the growth of the army would be counterproductive. I will do my best."

Now, Fran had fully regained his former dignity as seen in the Myron Duchy. With respect to this seemingly frivolous lord entrusting him with the complete authority to recruit and train the Self-defense Army, Fran showed no sign on the surface. However, the pride and gratitude deep in his heart were already deeply etched. Noble arrogance and narrow-mindedness were things he had seen too much of in the Myron Duchy. No lord could possess such a magnanimous heart. Perhaps this lord had his shortcomings, but nobles were never without flaws. To have such a lord, Fran was extremely content.

"Hmm, Fran, I understand your thoughts, but I must remind you not to limit your vision to what is immediately in front of you. Just one Storm Infantry Corps could destroy us several times over. If we didn’t have the magicians’ support, if we didn’t sever their arms in advance, this battle might cause us to lose everything, leaving us no chance to turn the tables. Our enemies in the future may be more numerous and stronger, so we must be doubly careful. I entrust the military affairs to you entirely. Whatever you need, I will have Puber do his best to meet your needs. You must build me an army that can take to the Battlefield and win battles whenever I need it. Do you understand?"

The warmth in Fran’s heart surged as he heard Komer’s somewhat somber words, which nonetheless conveyed trust. His Adam’s apple moved slightly, but all he could utter was, "Lord, Fran understands."

"Good, understanding is enough. This archer unit looks quite formidable as well, but their numbers are too few. Archers will play a crucial role in the battles to come." Komer looked, full of cheer, at the rows of archers passing before him, their statures slim compared to the Half-Beastmen, equipped with bows of varying lengths, their faces full of vigor, making it apparent to everyone that they were skilled with bow and arrow, Elves and Half-Elves alike.