Radiant Calendar 9778, November 9th—three days until the Legion was disbanded.
Early in the morning, as the sky gradually brightened, Velin stood before a full-length mirror in the Ninth Legion's command tent with his arms spread, allowing Xuemiyya to dress him.
The marshal's ceremonial uniform issued by the Church of Dawn consisted of a total of 837 components. Without assistance from a specialist, it was difficult to put on properly.
He had been standing there since four in the morning. It had already been two hours.
"What a peculiar design. There's some deviation in the placement of these two components, yet instead of blocking the mana circuit, it produces an entirely different effect."
"And here too..."
Seeing the curiosity on Xuemiyya's face, Velin felt rather helpless, but he did not stop her from studying it.
After all, this was his wife's only hobby.
"Marshal, it's dawn."
Hearing the guard's report from outside the tent, Velin reached out and rubbed Xuemiyya's cheek. Smiling, he said, "All right, that's enough for now. If you're interested, we can bring a set back with us."
"That won't be necessary. I've basically figured out the principles already, so there's no need to owe anyone a favor."
Xuemiyya slapped Velin's hand away from her face, then retrieved Anansi's Sword and fastened it at his waist. Taking several steps back, she looked at her handsome husband with a satisfied smile. "Let's go, my Marshal. Begin your final inspection."
"Let's go."
Velin nodded and walked out of the tent.
Today was the first time he had worn this marshal's ceremonial uniform since becoming the Marshal of the Ninth Legion, but it would also be the last time he wore it.
As he stepped outside, everyone saluted him in greeting.
"Move out."
Accompanied by Leonas, Selena, and Pragorn, Velin