Preconception is a towering, thick wall to overcome.

    No matter how much he displayed the excellence of his archery, in the end it was merely that: archery. In this world that most valued knights who wielded their aura to charge foolhardily into the enemy and run rampant, there was no one who truly recognized the value of archery - even with Trike’s godlike mastery.

    At most, there were those who gave him recruitment offers with the attitude that he would merely be ‘useful’ if he served under them.

    [I shall pay you three times the wages of a normal soldier. How’s that?]

    [Is this not enough already? These are exceptional terms I am proposing, for an archer.]

    [You have the audacity to decline the offer of a Count? I have never seen such impudence, and from a mere archer at that.]

    But none of them acknowledged Trike’s true value. From some point in time, Trike became disillusioned with the nobles and decided he would rather live ever after as a mercenary. The Longbow Company was founded with that mentality.

    Many more nobles would propose offers to him as his name spread, to which Trike would request the same each time.

    [I’ll think about it if you give me a knight’s title.]

    Not a single noble accepted that request. After all, how could this grub of an archer ask for the title of knight?

    A knight was an occupation, but it was also an indication of one’s status. A title...

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