The sun rose over the Reyland Barony, casting golden light across the fields and the newly constructed training grounds of the Civil Knight Academy. The sounds of early training sessions and the laughter of recruits echoed through the air, signaling that the barony was alive and thriving. Six months had passed since the academy's inception, and the recruits were now reaching new heights of strength and discipline. Luke stood in the center of the training ground, watching the students with pride. The progress they had made was remarkable, but that morning, an air of uncertainty loomed over him.
A rider arrived at the manor, his horse kicking up dust as he galloped to a halt. He carried a sealed parchment with the royal insignia stamped in deep red wax. Luke stepped forward, his brow furrowing as he took the letter.
"Is it from the capital?" the baron asked, his voice tinged with concern as he approached.
