"The 14th Legion is a bit..." Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso pressed a hand to his throbbing temple, feeling his head swell.
"More than a hundred and thirty Knights of all kinds? Isn't that range a little too broad..." Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso looked troubledly at the motley Knight Order under the 14th Legion before him. Don't get the wrong idea—motley didn't mean their formation was disorderly. It was simply that this solemn Knight Order, with its complicated composition, looked somewhat like a beggars' brigade. After all, any army with more than a dozen different armor patterns was enough to give anyone a headache.
"We'll make do... There are still two thousand Swift River Infantry left..." Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso raised his head and carefully studied this resilient army, its spears standing like a forest. Respect and sorrow surfaced in his eyes. After all, the border legions had Swift River Infantry units numbering in the tens! In other words, the 14th Legion alone should have had at least thirty thousand Swift River Infantry. But now...
"Dorwinian Heavy Swordsmen... Oh! Sorry!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso suddenly slapped his forehead as he muttered to himself, then took out a pen, moistened it with saliva, and began writing on the parchment.
As his hand lowered, the cold wind lifted a corner of the parchment, allowing a fleeting glimpse of the line for the Dorwinian Heavy Swordsmen on the 14th Legion roster, completely crossed out...
"Your luck isn't bad, is it? The 14th Legion at least left you a fully organized thousand-man unit of Bannaria Archers, didn't it?" Okrian-Lujin said with a bitter smile.
"If you intend to raise the Empire's banner, these soldiers should be enough..." Okrian Norman cautiously poked his head out and spoke.
"...Damn it!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso kicked him with