Rampart

The thousand-year fortress, Rooks Domain, has withstood countless invasions without ever falling.

Leading the Rooks Domain is the northern general, Rampart.

Known as a prodigy in the history of the Rooks family, he rose to the position of commander of the Rooks army at a young age, earning numerous accolades on the battlefield.

Despite the relentless invasions from neighboring countries targeting Pereus, Rampart never faltered in defending against the enemy.

Standing bravely at the forefront of the battlefield, defeating enemies, neighboring countries feared him, calling him the Wolf of the Snowfield. Even now, in the countries surrounding Rooks, they scare children by saying that the Wolf of the Snowfield, appearing with the winter storm, will take away naughty children who don't listen to their parents.

Among the soldiers of Rooks and Pereus, Rampart is regarded as a paragon of knights who protect the nation in the coldest and most dangerous places for the king and the people. The tales of Rampart single-handedly holding back hundreds of soldiers on the battlefield are passed down as legends.

Every year, many aspire to become knights inspired by Rampart, and some even join the Rooks army to fight alongside him.

On the other hand, Rampart shows a reluctant expression regarding these tales. He feels embarrassed, saying that the time when he was called the Wolf of the Snowfield was a period of being rough, belligerent, and driven by youthful fervor. Even now, whenever stories from that time arise, he is quick to change the subject.

Ah, you've arrived. Are you here to see Lord Rampart again today?
Lord Rampart has stepped out for a moment. He should be back soon, so could you please wait a little while?
First, I must thank you for visiting so often. Thanks to you, Lord Rampart has started smiling more like he used to.
Recently, Lord Rampart has had many worries. It's understandable, given all that's happened in the Rooks Domain lately.
The number of Voidspawn has increased, attacking the domain's people, and members of the Grand Order of the Moonshade have appeared, causing chaos. In such a situation, Pereus has not sent any reinforcements. Lord Rampart, responsible for Rooks, must have felt the weight on his shoulders.
During this time, Lord Rampart gradually lost his smile. Though always as steadfast as a fortress, he would fall into deep contemplation when not in the presence of his soldiers, sometimes even sighing.
But since your visits, Lord Rampart has begun to smile again as he did before. Even now, he occasionally gazes into the distant sky as if pondering something, but unlike before, filled with worry, his eyes now shine with determination. It's as if he's laid down the heavy burden he carried on his shoulders.
It's all thanks to you that Lord Rampart has regained his spirit.
In the recent battle in the Rooks Domain, many soldiers fell into despair. Even now, many have not recovered from the shock. Some have even left the army. But most have decided to follow Lord Rampart. No matter what arduous battles await us, if we follow Lord Rampart, the Northern General, victory will surely await us in the end.

Fishing is very important to the people of the north. It's a way to obtain food with relatively less effort compared to hunting.
Ah, of course, except for the fishermen. They are the brave ones who risk their lives to venture out into the open sea to catch fish.
For the northern people, fishing means more than just catching fish. It's not just a hobby but a necessary way of life in Rooks.
In Rooks, people of all ages boast about how big a fish they've caught. It's said that wherever there are people from Rooks, three things are never missing: beer, sausages, and fishing.
Therefore, the most respected person in Rooks is none other than the one who catches the biggest fish. They are revered as the fishing king among the people of Rooks. Who is the fishing king now? It's me.
About a year ago, I went fishing. The weather was exceptionally good that day, and the sea was calm, so I went fishing in the open sea with a fisherman who could read the waves well. But no matter how much I cast the line, not a single fish was caught. It wasn't just fewer than usual; there really wasn't a single catch.
Just as we were about to return, thinking the sea was unusual, something huge bit my fishing rod. It was so big that the end of the rod almost touched the water's surface.
I am a person of Rooks. I couldn't just leave such a big catch behind. Whether I caught it or the rod broke, I had to see it through to the end.
The battle between it and me lasted for four hours. I've fought many battles, but I've never been so exhausted. Sweat poured down like rain. In the midst of a crisis where the rod almost broke, I managed to reel it in.
It turned out to be a giant tuna. It was so huge that when I first saw it, I thought I had caught a whale.
I returned to Rooks with the giant tuna. Many people applauded and cheered when they saw the tuna I caught. I think I received more applause than when I became a lord in my younger days.
Haha, I wonder if I've bragged too much. What do you think? Would you like to go fishing together next time?