The temperature rose noticeably after the Vanguard Army left the Northern Territory and officially entered the Debei Eastern Territory, but the wind and snow continued unabated.
For the Northern People, who were accustomed to the cold, it was nothing—completely within their range of tolerance.
However, after marching for half a month, even Counts Andao and Tess could barely conceal their exhaustion, to say nothing of the grunts under their command.
The only ones who didn't seem to mind were the unnervingly energetic brutes from High Cliff Castle, who acted as if they were on a picnic.
Fatir, the Saintess of the Holy Light Church, had joined the High Cliff Castle contingent when they set out, and by now, she and the Lord were as thick as thieves.
After all, when one person is dead set on seducing the Lord into permanently joining the Holy Light Church, the relationship is bound to develop quickly.
"Am I really that unappealing?"
