In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

Haytham nodded.

"A flock of sheep needs a shepherd."

"A flock of sheep..."

Morag nodded helplessly.

"The United States of today is like a flock of sheep that has lost its shepherd, and has become a lamb to the slaughter in the hands of foreigners."

"Among those who survived this calamity were people like us who sought survival on the border, and people who surrendered to the invaders when faced with crisis."

Haytham swirled his glass, thinking about the situation in the American colonies.

"People do not want power because the responsibility is too great. That is why people immediately submit to someone once they are in power. They crave to be governed, even if that person is an enemy."

"There are too few people with strong hearts who can shoulder responsibilities."

Morag pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

He couldn't help but smile wryly.

“Mr. Haytham, I want to refute what you said, but I can’t find a reason to refute it.”

"The truth can really hurt."

"Thinking about it this way, I admire that child more and more. It is already a heavy burden to bear the lives of soldiers on the battlefield. How painful must it be to bear the fate of thousands of people in Red Maple Territory?"

Hayeson gripped his wine glass tightly.

"He had to do it; he couldn't cry, he couldn't be sad."

"Any action should be for the sake of effectiveness, not for trivial emotions."

We must never end up like him...

Morag remained silent for a moment, then stood up.

“I don’t want that child to become a ruler who has to suppress his emotions. He should also have his own life and choices.”

“He has our support; at the very least, we will never let him fight alone.”

"Even if he makes a mistake, we will make up for it!"

Haytham watched as Morag left his seat.

Did I make him angry?

He swirled the wine in his glass, his thoughts drifting.

The "child" Morag mentioned made him realize that the commander of the guard's feelings for the lord seemed to go beyond the mere respect a subordinate has for a superior.

He felt this emotion very deeply.

Just then, four large bottles were slammed onto the table.

Morag sat back down and refilled their glasses.

"I thought you were starting to hate me."

"No, it's just a difference of opinion. On the contrary, I'm now even more certain that the child needs you."

Haytham shook his head.

"I have no intention of chasing after unrealistic dreams again."

Morag shook his head as well, and raised his full glass to Hayessen.

Those eyes were bright and resolute.

"Based on what you said, I'm certain you're not the type to give up easily."

"And I believe that people who share the same beliefs will eventually come together."

Helsen shook his head again as he watched Morag reach out to clink glasses.

Don't overestimate me.

"Lord Lister cannot be mistaken."

This time, Morag shoved the wine glass right in front of Haytham.

"Okay, okay, at least I can still drink alcohol."

Helsen gently clinked glasses with Morag and then downed his drink in one gulp.

"Would you like to stay with our guard regiment for a while?"

"The body can be trained, and breathing techniques can help you solve problems with physical strength and power."

"Perhaps. Castles are luxurious, but they aren't necessarily comfortable to stay in. Maybe I'm more suited to this place."

"Then it's settled."

"When I have time, I'll take you to meet the other people in Red Maple Territory. They're all very nice people."

"clang!"

The wine glasses clinked together again.

……

Meanwhile, in the underground training ground of the Red Maple Territory Administrative Department Office.

Ten senior executives, including Lister and Cortini, were sitting cross-legged on cushions, communicating through a deep spiritual connection.

Unlike the Royal Guard and the Guard Corps, where the majority of people are orcs, here most of them are humans.

Since receiving Yuri's second-tier favorability reward, Lister has instructed Kotini to train the administrative staff in mental abilities, focusing on mental communication and brain development.

Everyone here is a quick learner, has a photographic memory, and can connect with others' minds, communicating through consciousness.

In less than thirty seconds, Lister told them everything about the refugees and the future plans for Red Maple Territory. The people also reported the situation in Red Maple Territory to Lister.

Concise, efficient, and unambiguous.

Any order given by Lister could be communicated to everyone immediately and implemented accurately.

This is an administrative department established based on individuals with psychic abilities.

With the addition of supporting network information equipment provided by Epsilon, administrative work will be particularly efficient!

"Gentlemen, our Red Maple Territory is about to face a test, but I believe that by overcoming difficulties time and time again, we will succeed once more!"

"Yes, Lord Lister!"

Because of the deep spiritual connection and the influence of the blood they received, the already loyal employees became incredibly enthusiastic, dedicating themselves wholeheartedly to the development of Red Maple Territory.

Apart from Cortini, the other eight senior staff members stood up, bowed, and left, having received instructions to prepare for accepting refugees.

After that, only Lister and Cortini remained in the underground training ground.

"Lister, really, shouldn't we do something about Haytson?"

Lister shook his head.

"He's not someone who can be easily persuaded; just present the facts to him."

"Krotini, you'll have to work hard from now on."

Kotini responded with a smile.

“It’s not hard work. I will receive every message. Let them pass on the information about the refugees to me.”

"Yes, they have found the group of refugees. I will act as an intermediary and transmit everything they have sensed to you."

"Let's make a plan based on the situation."

"I've already entrusted the construction of long-distance ships to Epsilon. You should also coordinate with them on this matter."

"it is good."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the vast snowfield, Melf, Pauline, and Prie found the refugee wave heading towards Red Maple Territory.

The situation of this group was far worse than they had anticipated.

Chapter 109 The Remnants of the Old Era (Part 1)

Inside the frigid snowfield, a group of two thousand refugees, who had been on their journey for five days, were leaving long trails as they advanced across the clear, snow-covered plain.

However, rather than calling these people refugees, Melf preferred to describe them as a group of servants who protected the nobles as they moved forward.

In the center of the procession, several orc contractors were struggling to pull a sled that resembled a horse-drawn carriage forward.

The 2,000-strong group followed sparsely behind the wagons, with the heavy baggage on the sleds being pulled by orcs.

From a distance, the number of humans and orcs was roughly 60:40, but all the heavy work was done by the orcs, and the nobles in the sleighs with their family crests in the very center were not even exposed to the wind.

"Those aliens didn't kill him just to disgust us."

Melf had a pale blue aura of spiritual energy in front of her eyes, which was the ghost path she had invented for observation.

She immediately recognized that one of the nobles in the refugee group was a duke from the Kingdom of Rennes.

Most likely, the duchy was breached by foreign tribes, and then the tribes demanded that they lead people to Red Maple Territory.

Is it fair to say that the foreigners were kind-hearted? They even left the duke some supplies for his enjoyment.

Looking at the sallow, muscular faces of these refugees and their rather thin clothing, Melf didn't know whether to be happy or sad for them.

During this period, the snowfields in the dead of winter rarely experience heavy snow or strong winds, making crossing the snowfields much easier than when Liszt led the refugees last time.

But... Melf and her two companions didn't think this journey would be easy for these people.

……

At this moment, inside a sled in the refugee caravan, Duke Laka, who had become as thin as a bamboo pole after being imprisoned for more than half a month due to the destruction of his territory, was looking at the snow scene outside the window with a displeased expression.

At thirty-six, he had always enjoyed wealth and luxury. Although he had received knightly training, he completely abandoned his past training after receiving the title of duke.

After all, it doesn't matter whether you learn it or not. You won't lose your title, and there will always be plenty of people flattering you and solving your territory's affairs for you. So why bother trying?

Anyway, the targets set by the Holy Land are all a problem for his subordinates to worry about; he just needs to lie in the chair and receive the service of beauties.

However, the damned alien race suddenly breached his territory, and most of his useless subordinates were killed. Fortunately, he knelt down in time and saved his life.