The Western Frontier was what one would expect of a recently reacquired stronghold.
It was a lot smaller than the royal capital and the houses here were simple ones made of stone, but that much was to be expected.
The students walked out the bus and lined up in front of the giant man who had walked into the bus earlier.
He scanned their faces, his eyes resting on the Prince and the Saintess for a second before moving on without a single change in his expression.
"This year's batch," he muttered to himself, "how pathetic."
He finally addressed them.
"Welcome to the Western Frontier," the man started, "in other words, hell."
"Listen carefully," he continued, folding his arms, "out there, your titles mean nothing."
"The beasts out there won't care if you're a noble or not, they'll tear you apart equally and no one would be around to save your asses."
The students silently listened to his words, suspecting that if they even tried breathing out too loud, he'd notice them.
