The Lord: In Another World, I Have a Summoning Card !-Chapter 47: Sending Support(Thanks to Bo_Stevens for the Golden Tickets)
There were already many knights of similar rank and prestige in the grand army—perhaps even the "Golden Knight" himself.
And naturally, the enemies they would face would be no less powerful
Amidst all this, his ability to control his own fate would be diminished.
He was never the type to entrust his life to the hands of other strategists, not knowing whether they might sacrifice his unit as part of a broader plan for overall victory.
However, that didn’t mean he would miss the opportunity to gain whatever benefits he could.
"Isn’t my duty just to make a solid contribution to the battle? The method of execution... that’s another matter."
"Your Excellency the Consul, I wish to offer my support, but I cannot abandon my unit and join directly. So I must ask—if I were to send some of my troops, how would the military merits I earn be calculated?"
The consul was taken aback by Arthur’s question, as such inquiries were uncommon among the nobility.
When Arthur had announced his intent to support the campaign and contribute part of his resources, the consul had expected it to be like what most nobles would do—providing some logistical support or sending newly recruited peasants or villagers.
He had not anticipated that Arthur would seek detailed information about how the impact of elite troop support would translate into military rewards.
It seemed this new baron might offer more substantial support than expected.
The consul replied in a calm voice and a measured tone, trying to assess how serious this young baron truly was about contributing to the campaign.
"If you send soldiers from your unit to participate in the campaign, it will be counted as part of your military contribution, which will enhance your personal evaluation. However, this depends on how effective those forces are on the battlefield.
If you have well-trained troops capable of making an impact, it will significantly affect your military achievement score, in addition to the reports that will be filed about you. The more effective your units are, the greater your rewards."
The consul looked at Arthur after finishing his statement, then added with a faint smile and a tone that bordered on a friendly warning:
"I’m offering you this advice because things on the battlefield don’t always go as planned. To maintain effective coordination between the new forces and the rest of the campaign army, any new unit that is disorganized or lacks strong leadership will be placed under the command of other leaders in the campaign.
In that case, the military contribution will be evaluated based on performance and the judgment of those commanders.
Therefore, I advise you to send soldiers who possess both leadership and competence—enough to maintain their independence while also cooperating with other units to achieve concrete results."
What the consul did not say aloud—but was clear in his mind—was that he hadn’t expected Arthur to take his advice seriously and actually send his elite troops.
In his view, such a move would be extremely risky—not only because it would weaken Arthur’s defenses and expose his stronghold and original unit to danger, but also because most nobles avoided making such decisions.
After all, the army never forced anyone to give up their gains, and anyone who proved their merit in battle had every right to keep the fruits of their achievements or grant them to their lord.
Thus, sending elite soldiers is not only a test of a noble’s ambition but also a trial of his knights’ and soldiers’ loyalty to him.
It is a choice usually made only by someone who has complete trust in his men’s devotion—or by someone planning something far greater than a mere military campaign.
Arthur nodded, signaling that he fully understood the situation.
In the next part of the meeting, Arthur, the consul, and his two companions continued their meal, during which Arthur got to know them in more detail.
The consul sitting across from him was named Hartz Alon, and he seemed to be of royal blood.
According to Arthur’s recollections of the kingdom’s culture and rules, he remembered that only direct members of the royal family carried the title "De."
This led him to believe that the consul was likely from a distant branch of the royal family.
The consul’s responses to his indirect questions confirmed this assumption, as he explained that he had obtained his current position thanks to the remaining connections of the branch he belonged to.
Though that might have limited some of his opportunities to reach higher positions, Arthur did not feel any contempt toward him—not even after learning this.
Despite his background, the consul’s identity remained tied to the royal family, and his position was not one easily attained by most nobles.
The consul often bore the king’s name and was entrusted with authority to represent him, which made many nobles—whether high-ranking or not—hesitant to offend or underestimate him.
Even those who did not fear him avoided insulting him without just cause, for dealing with the consul could also affect their own personal interests.
As for the other two individuals, they were from the Royal Army, differing in their backgrounds and experiences.
The first was Dirk, a man from a noble family of viscount rank, similar to Arthur, and the second son of the family head.
His family had sent him to the Royal Army in his youth to strengthen military ties and train him to become a capable aide to his elder brother, who was expected to inherit leadership of the family.
Dirk served in the army for a long time and earned a solid reputation, but he did not return to his family after his father’s death, even though his brother had assumed the title of lord.
Something had caused him to stay away, and his relationship with the family remained ambiguous.
Despite his military standing, Dirk preferred not to show off or exaggerate his preparedness.
Instead, he focused on demonstrating the skill of his men and the importance of his unit in the upcoming campaign.
His group was small, but it consisted of individuals with exceptional abilities, capable of fighting in the harshest conditions and performing with strategic acumen beyond their years.
The other person was Regan, younger than Dirk and with less time in military service.
He came from a family that had once ruled in the eastern region, a house that had seen a significant decline in political power over the years, though it still retained high social standing.
He shared a similar status to Dirk’s, though he was the third son in his family, unlike Dirk who was the second.
He was born later in a family that still had its father alive, who was older than Arthur’s father. Regan was trying to find a way to change his fate through the Royal Army.
Their lunch did not end until the afternoon, after which Gabriel led them to the rooms that had been prepared for their arrival, where they rested for the night before their departure the next day.
...
The consul remained silent for a moment, trying to process what he had just witnessed. It was the day after his arrival, and Arthur had shown up with a small group of his soldiers.
He couldn’t believe his eyes — there were no more than fifty men, and he had expected them to be mere trainees or ordinary guards. But the reality was entirely different.
Standing before him was an elite force of fully armored knights.
There were two knights of the Iron Knight rank, along with ten trainees who were on the verge of reaching that same rank.
As for the rest, although they hadn’t yet reached that level, they had been practicing qi techniques for many years—possibly even decades.
Such a caliber of soldiers could only be assembled by a noble family of viscount status, and only by sacrificing more than half of their elite force.
Finally, the consul spoke, his eyes filled with clear admiration as he looked over the soldiers:
"You truly have an exceptional army, Lord Arthur..."
Upon hearing the consul’s words, Arthur realized that the man had tried to piece things together using his intuition to explain the source of this military strength.
But Arthur didn’t mind.
In fact, he was relieved that the consul had arrived at his own conclusion; it spared him the trouble of crafting a complex lie to justify everything.
As the saying goes, every lie needs a hundred more to support it.
So Arthur simply responded with a faint smile and a brief reply, then said in a calm tone:
"I’m fully aware of the delicate stage the kingdom is going through, and I sincerely wish to ease its burdens as much as I can.
My desire to help is not merely personal — it also reflects the wish of these soldiers to play a real role in this critical time... And I only hope that..."
Then, with a subtle gesture of his hand, one of the soldiers stepped forward carrying a box similar to the one presented the day before, though it appeared larger and more luxurious.
He placed it respectfully in front of the consul, as Arthur continued speaking:
"I hope Your Excellency will assist these soldiers in integrating properly. I don’t have much experience or a wide network within the army, so I resorted to sending this message to request your support."
