At Kixilin Main Camp, Ninth Legion Command Department, Velin looked over the commendation document Kyle had sent over. After skimming it a few times, he signed his name and placed it to his right.
He picked up the commendation document from the Twenty-sixth Legion and read it carefully. Only after confirming that nothing had been exaggerated did he sign his name.
Looking at the dozen or so less important official matters remaining on his left, Velin stood up and stretched, preparing to find Leonas and discuss how to deal with the disarmament of the Third Army of the Thirty-fifth Legion under the Twelfth Legion.
As for blaming Kyle, he had no such intention.
If he had been in Kyle's position, he would not have acted so aggressively, but an investigation still had to be carried out.
What he needed to consider now was the attitude of Mafarna, marshal of the Twelfth Legion, and how the other party would choose to handle this matter.
"Troublesome, but I am Kyle's Lord."
Muttering to himself, Velin left the tent and headed toward the Logistics Camp.
Compared to seven days ago, the number of Inquisitor Knights at the Logistics Camp had doubled again.
Under such circumstances, the consumption, use, and management of military supplies had become even stricter.
Previously, only one Inquisitor Knight was responsible for checking and recording a batch of military supplies. Now there were two. Rather than splitting the work, however, they each repeated the checks and records, then inspected each other's record books afterward to prevent errors and omissions.
Faced with this scene, Velin could only shake his head helplessly.
Having resolved to be a glutton, he would no longer set his sights on military supplies.
Of course, if the opportunity arose, he would not mind a little battle loss.