Rampart

Rooks' Territory—an impenetrable fortress that has stood for a thousand years, fending off countless invasions.

Leading it is General Rampart of the North.

Hailed as one of the greatest geniuses in Rooks family history, he became the commander of the Rooks military at a young age, earning countless victories on the battlefield.

Even as the neighboring nations relentlessly attacked Pereus, Rampart never let them set foot inside his land.

Always at the front lines, he fought fearlessly, pushing back enemy forces. After witnessing his prowess, those nations began calling him the "Wolf of the Snowfields"—a name spoken with both awe and fear. Even now, parents in those lands still tell children that if they misbehave, the Wolf of the Snowfields will come for them with the winter storms.

Among the soldiers of Rooks and Pereus, Rampart is seen as the very embodiment of a Knight, a guardian who endures the coldest and most perilous battles for king and country. His legendary feats—like holding off hundreds of enemies alone—spread far and wide.

Every year, countless aspiring knights join the Rooks army, hoping to fight by his side.

But Rampart himself doesn't care for these stories. He sees the time when he was called the "Wolf of the Snowfields" as his reckless, bloodthirsty youth—a phase he finds embarrassing. Whenever the topic comes up, he changes the subject with visible disdain.

Ah, here you are? Looking for Lord Rampart again?

He just stepped out for a bit, but he should be back soon.

First off, thanks for visiting so often. Thanks to you, Lord Rampart has been smiling a lot more lately.

He's had a lot on his mind. With the recent troubles in Rooks' Territory, it's no wonder he's been so stressed.

Like monsters attacking civilians and the growing threat of the Moon Shadow Cult. At this juncture, Pereus didn't send any reinforcements. As the Lord who was in charge of Rooks, one can imagine the heavy burden on his shoulders.

Under such pressure, Lord Rampart gradually lost his smile. Even someone as strong as him isn't unshakable. When no one's looking, he sighs, deep in thought.

But ever since you started coming around, he's changed. He still stares into the distance sometimes, but now, his eyes aren't filled with worry. There's a fire in them—a sense of resolve. Like he's finally put down some of that weight on his shoulders.

You're the reason for that.

The recent battles in Rooks' Territory hit our soldiers hard. Some are still struggling to recover. A few even chose to retire. But most have decided to stay. Because no matter how tough the fight, as long as we follow Lord Rampart, victory will always be within reach.

Fishing is a big deal for people up north. Compared to hunting, it takes way less effort to get food.

Well, except for the fishermen. They risk their lives heading out to sea.

For northerners, fishing is more than just catching fish. It's not just a hobby, it's a must-have skill for living in Rooks.

And in Rooks, everyone—young or old, man or woman—loves bragging about the size of their catch. Wherever there are Rooks people, three things are guaranteed: beer, sausages, and fishing.

That's why the most respected person in Rooks is the one who catches the biggest fish. They're called the "Fishing King" and are admired by all. Who's the current Fishing King? That would be me.

About a year ago, I went fishing. It was a perfect day—clear skies, calm waters. I went deep-sea fishing with a seasoned fisherman. But no matter how many times I cast my line, nothing bit. Not just fewer fish than usual—literally nothing.

The fisherman sensed something was off and was about to head back when suddenly, something huge took my bait. It was so big my fishing rod almost touched the water.

As a Rooks native, there was no way I'd just let it go. Either I reel it in, or my rod snaps—there had to be an outcome.

We fought for four straight hours. I've been in countless battles, but I've never been this exhausted. Sweat poured down like rain. Just as my rod was about to break, I finally pulled it up.

Turned out to be a giant tuna. It was so big that, for a moment, I thought I'd caught a whale.

I brought it back to Rooks. People cheered louder than when I became the lord.

Haha, maybe I'm bragging a little too much. So, what do you say? Wanna go fishing with me next time?