Traveling further north with Han Se-ah proved more eventful than expected. So much so that anyone would suspect these were scripted events causing unnecessary trouble.


    In the second village, carelessly mentioning supply raiding led to beatings, stonings, and beheadings mounted on poles. Between the third and fourth villages, broken wagon wheels brought the caravan to a halt.


    Bandits (allegedly), broken carriage wheels, avalanche-buried roads, wandering monster attacks, peddlers trying to sneak into supply lines, sudden blizzard delays...


    "What the hell is this bullshit? We just wanted to head north, why''s every step of the way such a clusterfuck?!"


    -At this point BB Games must be trying to stop Han Se-ah from reaching #1 lol


    -BB Games = Demon King''s Army conspiracy theory lololololol


    -How does someone manage one incident per village, she really lives an interesting life lol


    -As expected of a protagonist, attracting trouble wherever she goes lololololol


    -At this rate when the quest ends will the knight order break through floor 60?


    According to Olek, what should have taken four days took over a week, causing viewers'' outcries to be drowned out by Han Se-ah''s whining. Unwilling to admit her own incompetence, she insisted it was all due to events.


    ...But thinking about it, these probably weren''t scripted events.


    The bandits hadn''t attacked us but were executed in front of us, no monster waves struck while we dealt with broken wheels, and the peddlers seeking safety and blizzards just caused delays.


    This couldn''t be an event - wasn''t it just Han Se-ah''s clumsiness messing up the quest route?


    Though traces of House Wesley remained in the north and Roland Bretagne''s past was woven in, the caravan''s delays led to nothing eventful - we just arrived slowly.


    "We should arrive tomorrow."


    "That took quite a while."


    Was this hardship from a 4★ character quest, or tragedy brought by streamer Han Se-ah''s clumsiness? Most viewers blamed Han Se-ah''s clumsiness.


    I voted for Han Se-ah''s clumsiness too. Setting aside Olek-Katie''s subtle connection and my past, how else could a supply caravan following a simple route suffer daily incidents if not for her clumsiness?


    After such an eventful journey, we finally reached the frontline.


    "Here we are, young master!"


    Following the merchant''s call, I stuck my head out of the carriage into a biting wind. Unlike the domain which felt inhabited, here the savage wind clawing at our skin clearly marked this as pre-settlement territory.


    Barracks devoid of any homely feeling. Clearly a place with no ordinary residents, just soldiers and mercenaries.


    A harsh place populated only by soldiers, knights, mercenaries, and occasional mages shopping for monster materials. When beautiful women emerged from the carriages, men''s eyes went wide. Meanwhile our companions stretched before shrinking from the cold wind.


    "Finally arrived? The north really isn''t peaceful."


    Though Olek and Alisa seemed to know how impressive northern sled dogs were, our companions were startled by dogs larger than ponies, chattering enthusiastically despite the cold.


    How to put it - they say when three women gather, dishes break. With three women plus a female streamer, the endless conversation might surpass mere dish-breaking.


    As I enjoyed what felt like simultaneously watching a gaming video and female streamer radio while browsing the internet through my hologram window, Olek sitting beside me tapped my arm.


    "The nights are getting longer now! Should we set up camp early, Sir Roland?!"


    "Already?"


    Sitting behind Olek and Alisa as shields to browse comfortably, I glanced around to see the retired adventurers nodding agreement.


    Though my internet clock showed it wasn''t even 5 PM, there was no reason for pride in such conditions. When I nodded agreement, the dog sleds turned slightly toward distant rocks.


    "Hey, where are we going?"


    "Setting up camp!"


    "Already?"


    Han Se-ah questioned this too, having checked the real clock while chatting with viewers, but even she wouldn''t ignore NPCs while playing hero.


    We arrived at an enormous boulder oddly placed in the middle of the snowfield. In modern society it would make a perfect tourist attraction - quite impressive how it blocked the blizzards.


    "Well then, let''s start a fire. But um, the tents we''ll sleep in..."


    "Ah, here they are."


    "Whoa, items from thin air?!"


    "So those stories were true!"


    "I''ll handle cooking, could you pass the pemmican?"


    The retired adventurers unleashed the dogs to rest, tossed them what looked like jerky pieces, and started pulling solid fuel from the luggage pile.


    Though there was brief chaos when sleeping bags and tents popping from thin air startled them into tumbling in the snow, our first day in the snowfields passed peacefully.


    They lit the solid fuel and filled pot after pot from inventory with snow. When pemmican hit the heated pot''s melted water, oils sizzled down with savory aromas. Being noble food, it seemed tasty enough even just melted without extra ingredients.


    Of course, by medieval standards of "tasty," Han Se-ah''s disgusted expression was inevitable.


    Thus passed our peaceful first night.


    "Attack! We''re under attack!"


    Just the first night.