After several hours of discussion, Velin bade Archbishop Gerard farewell. Holding his identification token, he arrived at the Floating Ship Port, boarded the Lynn Floating Ship, and headed for Kixilin Main Camp at the border between the Duchy of Morning Light and the Kingdom of Belfas, preparing to officially assume his post.
The war between the Church of Dawn and the Black Asia Orcs had already erupted, but it was currently confined to the Kingdom of Belfas's border and had not yet broken out on a full scale.
As one of the main forces, the Ninth Legion would soon be deployed, which meant he did not have much time left.
At the bow of the Floating Ship, Velin leaned against the wooden railing and tilted his head slightly to look at the sky, pondering the eventual direction of the war and the chain reaction it would bring after it ended.
During his brief conversation with Archbishop Gerard, Velin had sensed that this war differed from past defensive wars or punitive campaigns.
"What exactly does the Church of Dawn want? To forcibly elevate the Duchy of Morning Light into the Kingdom of Morning Light? To establish a new duchy south of the Kingdom of Belfas? Or to support a new Shia Beastman duchy northwest of the Holy Shia Beastman Kingdom?"
Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the somewhat glaring sunlight, countless bold ideas sprang into Velin's mind.
The war between the Gray Orc Kingdom and the Kingdom of Sakel was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment affair. He felt that the God of Dawn had likely struck some sort of deal with the God of War, allowing his Faith State to ignite a war on the western continent of the Sinapsis Subcontinent and thoroughly throw the situation into chaos.
Or perhaps