Ronin looked at the young man kneeling on one knee before him. Instead of fleeing, he had come forward to pledge his loyalty—a deed that required immense courage.
After all, the young man had no way of knowing whether the new lord would accept his pledge or hand him a sword.
"You're very courageous."
Ronin glanced at the Guards who had also knelt around them. "Are these soldiers of the Reed Clan?"
"Yes, my lord!"
Saimon remained kneeling on one knee. "Over the past two days, I have worked to maintain the city's stability. I led my men to pacify the populace, suppressed several troublemakers, and prevented many from fleeing the Purple Thunder Territory."
"Oh?"
Ronin raised an eyebrow. He recalled what he had seen from the sky just now; the entire Purple Thunder Territory indeed appeared relatively calm and had not descended into chaos.
"How did you manage that?"
