The day for me to depart to the border had come. The journey was expected to be more than a week as I brought almost a quarter of the royal army pluss half of my personal knights.
For the journey, I divided the army into groups, where each group would take turns to spy the route to our next stop. That way we could anticipate everything that might happen and reduce the casualties.
After six days of journey, we finally arrived at the last stop before the shelter for villagers. My group was the one that would spy the route to the shelter area. My group consists of Noah, some of my private knights, and I.
The next day, my group and I moved ahead of the rest of the army. "Your highness, I feel something weird is happening." Noah said with a low voice after we left the post. "Isn't it weird that Grirea doesn't make a big attack after taking three villages?"
