Outside Sanan, in the southern part of the Demir Empire, a caravan was slowly making its way toward the city.
One member hurried to the middle of the caravan and spoke to a fully armored knight.
“My lord, Sanan is just ahead.”
“Good.”
The knight replied, then murmured,
“We're finally here.”
He removed his helmet, revealing a fair-skinned young man with brown hair and dark eyes. His gaze seemed far more mature than his years as he calmly watched the majestic city appear on the horizon.
After two months of stopping and starting along the way, they had finally arrived.
Roland had transmigrated here and become a wandering knight. Now, the day when he would have his own territory and become a lord seemed within reach.
The protagonist should be a monk. He will not be able to walk if he encounters some suffering and casualties.
Not bad, not bad.
The plot is older than my grandfather