Raikus stood silently, arms crossed again as the dust settled. The summoned puppet army was still and quiet, but his mind raced.
He had seen the reports before.
Armand Region—total military strength: 90,000.
A modest number for such a powerful domain.
But what truly shook him was the quality.
Full mithril armor.
Enchanted weapons.
Magic-linked communication gear.
Not just for the elites—these were for ordinary soldiers.
And now… this young boy, Javier, who wasn't even their ruler, had just summoned 20,000 puppet knights, some even wearing adamantite armor.
Was Armand really that wealthy?
No famine.
No beggars.
No homeless.
Even the smallest town within their borders was paved, clean, guarded by elite soldiers.
Every citizen was housed, fed, and kept safe.
Raikus exhaled slowly, trying to absorb it all.
"…It doesn't make sense."
