"How was the reorganization of the Omsk Knight Order going?" Roland asked. Although the troop affiliation on the system still had not changed, he knowingly asked anyway. After all, he was not responsible for such matters and could only pretend to be ignorant despite knowing the truth.
"Sorry, Your Majesty, we need time..." Omsk said, glancing at Lavien's dark expression.
"Yes, Your Majesty..." Lavien said awkwardly as well.
"Enough. How far have you gotten? What problems can't be resolved?" Roland deliberately asked, his eyes filled with amusement. He understood the difficulty involved, especially with the Holy Radiance Knight Order under Omsk's command. Splitting fifty Knights from one hundred and fifty and incorporating them into other Knight Orders was nothing short of a nightmare. The only easy one was the Romanian Royal Knight Order, which was already at its full minimum strength of one hundred! The truly hellish one was the Imperial 14th Knight Order, hell among hells! It had every kind of freak imaginable, even damn rebels!
"Ahem, it's hard to choose from that order. Whoever leaves would be an issue. Everyone has been together for so many years... We've developed combat coordination with each other!" Omsk said with a dark expression.
"Easy! Have them draw lots! Fifteen lots! Let the squad leaders draw! Whoever gets picked takes their whole squad and leaves!" Roland offered.
"Huh?" Omsk was stunned.
"What do you mean, huh?" Roland asked strangely.
"Isn't that too hasty, Your Majesty?" Omsk's jaw nearly hit the floor. Was it really going to be that casual? Wasn't that a little inappropriate? At least put on a show, right? There wasn't even the slightest pretense!
"Hasty? Tell them this is the Dragon God's decree, a sacred ritual carried out beneath the Dragon God's gaze! If they draw it, they accept