Two days pass by quickly, and Luis has already reached the frontline.
This ti, however, sothing was different. All the soldiers here avoided their group. The rumor has already spread around the camp. The son of Baron Felipe attacked the commander, disrupting soldiers morale.
The War Council might punish Luis, and they didn't want to associate with Luis as not to be implicated. So even had gloating in their eyes. Stay tuned for updates on empire
Luis ignored all this, if he is offended by these things, he will be a brainless, arrogant fool.
"You guys go rest in the camp. I will submit the orc head to the War Council building," Luis said as he headed towards the War Council building. Other knights headed towards their designated resting area.
The building was towering over the camp as it was four stories tall with a wide base that covered the surrounding area. Its dark stone walls were reinforced with cent and iron, giving it a fortress-like appearance.
Broad, clear windows were lined at a certain distance on each floor, giving a clear view of the whole camp.
Luis entered the building and saw that it was bustling with activities. Maps, charts, and reports covered large wooden tables, while ssengers darted from room to room, ensuring that every piece of battlefield information flowed through this strategic hub.
Luis looked at everything as he headed towards the reception. There was a woman behind the counter to receive him.
"How can I assist you today?" she asked, her tone formal, clearly expecting so sort of request or report.
"I have brought the head of orcs that and my group killed."
Luis said as he handed a bag that he was carrying. The receptionist swiftly opened the bag and checked inside.
Seeing the head of Orcs was nothing new to her. She has been trained for this. But seeing inside, she was shocked.
"Wait! Sir, let check." She began inspecting the orc and looked at the tattoo engraved on it.
She took out a book and started flipping through it. After reaching a certain page, she looked at Luis in shock.
"This is Uran, leader of the Uran Tribe," the receptionist began, eyeing the severed orc head Luis had brought. "An orc involved in the secret attacks on Pioneer Knight cities."
After a pause, she looked at Luis with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
"Sir, which group are you from? Are you under a Commander or Pioneer Knight?"
She couldn't believe soone who looked only 14 or 15 would be operating on their own without anyone backing them.
"I am indeed not alone," hearing Luis the receptionist nod. It was as she expected.
"I am Luis Hartmann; behind is my father, Baron Felipe." Luis ntioned his father's na, hoping it might carry enough weight to reduce any potential punishnt.
"Wait, sir. This is not sothing I can handle on my own. I must inform the higher-ups imdiately," she said, her voice more formal now. Without waiting for a reply, she hurriedly rushed to the upper floors.
Luis went towards the sofa, which was in the corner of the room, and sat on it comfortably.
Whatever happens here, he is not afraid of anything. He believes in his father's influence. The Black Cavalry has enough weight, and fully offending it is not beneficial.
Just as he was comfortably sitting and thinking of all the things, a man in his twenties sat beside him. Luis tried ignoring the guy who was directly looking at him.
"Hello, Luis. I am Pioneer Knight Asmon, son of Viscount Asoth," the man introduced himself with a warm smile, extending his hand for a handshake.
Luis shook the hand with a polite nod. He obviously can't beat a smiling person; basic courtesy must be maintained.
"I heard that you killed the Uran Tribe Orcs; is it true? Was it from your support from your father or your strength?"
Luis frowned and nodded when he heard this. Sothing about Asmon's smug expression annoyed him, but he kept his composure.
"Wow, it is indeed true you killed more than a thousand Orcs." Asmon shouted excitedly, garnering attention from other people.
"But, can I ask why you didn't join the royal academy? Do you idolize your dad so much?"
Luis looked at Asmon when he heard the question.
"What is with all of you having an obsession with the Royal Academy?" Luis was really confused; these people were really obsessed with the royal academy.
"Haha, is that even a question? The Royal Academy is a holy place in this kingdom. The teachers there are fifth-stage official knights, and the principal is a sixth-level knight."
Luis nodded when he heard this and expected more from Asmon.
"Did you study at Royal Academy?" Luis tried to get more information.
"I am the third son of Viscount. I am not talented and qualified enough to enter there." Asmon replied as his face fell.
"Hahaha, you sure praise the Royal Academy a lot for soone who hasn't even set foot in it."
"I want to study there but can't," Asmon admitted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "But as the only son of a baron, you obviously have the chance. Why would you choose to suffer out here instead of studying safely at the Royal Academy? You'd definitely get stronger faster if you trained there."
Luis was silent when he heard this. If he didn't have the Vortex and Cultivation world behind him, he would definitely enter the Royal Academy. Now it is not worth it.
"Why would I go? Why do I need to? I like the battlefield more. The place I call ho is constantly at war." Luis responded firmly after a pause.
"As the son of a baron, as a future noble, why would I seek comfort and hide in the academy? I don't need that. I want to protect my territory. I belong here, on the battlefield, not in so safe classroom."
Luis eyes glead with determination.
"If I'm to lead one day, I'll do it by fighting alongside my people, not by hiding away. Strength isn't found in comfort. I will fight for myself, fight for my territory, fight for my pride."
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