A month went by in a flash and the time for departure finally arrived.
Alaric and all of the members of House Silversword gathered outside Midgard, riding their horses under the heat of the sun.
Tristan and several high-ranking military officers were chatting with Alaric.
"I hope you have a pleasant journey, Lord Venerable." Tristan and the military officers bowed deeply.
Alaric nodded with a smile. "With you guys taking charge of Midgard, I am very assured. Let's meet again soon."
The group exchanged farewells for the last time.
Half an hour later, House Silversword departed under the watchful eyes of the soldiers.
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At the forefront, Alaric was riding a Disaster-grade warhorse. He looked back and scanned the faces of the stalwart warriors of House Silversword.
Unknowingly, his army had expanded to over thirty thousand people. Over twenty thousand of them were soldiers with no allegiances and they only recently swore to follow him.
