The mountain terrain was not steep, nor were there towering peaks.
It couldn't be considered perilous, but it certainly made for a challenging trek.
Yet, the thick white snow on the mountains had not melted.
This marching route had been scouted repeatedly by the scouts these past few days, suitable for the supply convoy to pass through.
It's often said that where people tread often, a path emerges.
However, clearly, not many would travel this route, as it was overgrown with bushes.
Because there was a better, faster major road leading to Kant Territory.
Roman wanted to stab him in the back, to carve out the fat before Earl Kant even felt the pain.
Not to walk up boldly and punch Earl Kant in the face.
The first day.
Everyone exerted themselves to the fullest, yet they only advanced about twenty kilometers.
