In front of the large castle, hundreds of young men gathered in organized rows, surrounded by dozens of armed soldiers who closely monitored them to prevent any foolish actions.
Following Arthur's strict orders, a second recruitment campaign was conducted, but this time, all the young people of the barony were gathered, whether they were from distant villages or isolated houses scattered throughout the land. This was unlike the first time, when only the youths from the city were gathered due to time constraints.
In the middle of the massive crowd, Willard stood nervously, struggling to maintain his composure because he didn't understand what was happening. His eyes moved slowly, scanning his surroundings with suspicion, and after a few seconds, he let out a long sigh.
'How did I end up here? Those knights didn't answer any of my questions. They even dragged the youths from my village who refused to come with them. This is violent.'
