"In addition, the winner will have the chance to receive guidance from the kingdom's hero, the recipient of the Medal of Valor, the future Baron of Greenburg—"
His voice suddenly rose.
"Mr. Russia's guidance!!"
"Medal of Valor?"
"Deross!"
The crowd murmured with excitement as a tall figure slowly descended from the stairs accompanied by the high-pitched announcement.
He wasn't dressed in a military uniform, just ordinary hunting attire. His features were rigid, his face a bit rough, but his well-fitted clothing highlighted his strong physique.
His left hand was missing a forearm, but in everyone's eyes right now, this was no longer seen as a flaw, but a mark of special honor.
"Dear brother, you really should relax and join us."
Biska stepped forward.
Roger, hidden in the crowd, slowly stood up, scanning the young officer standing high above.
"So weak..."
He muttered softly to himself.
