He planned to foster the Junior Militia from a young age. In just two or three years, these children would become the highest-quality source of soldiers, followed by a continuous stream of talent. Hamlet's hope rested on them. For now, however, he needed to shoulder the responsibility and carry Hamlet through its most challenging period.
"To be honest, it's tiring..."
The discussion on the development of the army was almost concluded when Lance's sudden remark caught the others by surprise. Their gazes shifted to Lance, who was looking up and sighing, which prompted his rhetorical question. "What~ Is it so strange that I'm tired?"
No one spoke, but their expressions were mostly perplexed. Considering the toughness and decisiveness Lance had shown, there was no hint of fatigue; on the contrary, he seemed even more formidable.
"Do you really think I'm made of iron? Even oxen and horses get tired and need to rest, right?"
