I, Richard, am a wandering knight without a fief. Five years after transmigrating, I finally have my own fief, but it is merely a desolate and uninhabited pioneer territory.

Not only was it incredibly desolate, a complete wasteland, but countless orc tribes also occupied this wilderness.

He held the Expeditionary Order in his left hand and picked up his sword in his right, surveying the desolate territory and muttering to himself.

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice. Will I ever be able to reach the other side?"

Unfortunately, no one answered the question; only countless orc leaders bowed their heads in fear, praying silently in their hearts.

"We're just here for a meeting, what's wrong with this bastard now...?"