Two days pass by quickly, and Luis has already reached the frontline.
This time, however, something 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. Some 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 cement 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 messengers 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 some sort of request or report.
"I have brought the head of orcs that me 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 me check." She began inspecting the orc and looked at the tattoo engraved on it.
"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 someone 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 home 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 some safe classroom."
Luis eyes gleamed 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."