A week had passed since I reached the South.
A week was long enough to get acquainted with the knights, rangers, and servants, and I learned a lot as I got to know them.
Despite their appearance and behavior, they were surprisingly naive, and there were times when they were caught and scolded by executives for telling me things they shouldn't.
What surprised me the most while learning about Easton was that everyone in this territory was an instantly maneuverable combat force.
Butlers, maids, and even children were able to handle hidden weapons.
It wasn't just by chance. Each one of them had received long-term training.
I was often surprised whenever I saw children wielding daggers as they played pranks on each other.
Children as young as ten could not only handle real swords but were sprinting toward their friends while aiming their murderous intent.
Naturally, at first, I moved to stop them without even realizing it.
But sooner or later, after listening to Lanos' explanation, I learned why they used real swords.
War plagued Easton at all hours, every day of the year.
They had to live in anxiety, unsure of when...
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