On October 1st, year 9802 of the Radiant Calendar, the Floating Ship Star Moon arrived in Okla City, Okra Province, in the Qixing West District.
Outside the Royal Palace's East City Gate, Kyle watched Velin disembark from the Star Moon and stepped forward, bowing. "Welcome back, my lord."
"Thank you for all your hard work during this time." Velin walked straight up to Kyle and embraced him.
"I was only doing my duty."
After releasing Kyle, Velin turned sideways and looked at Belder, who was coming down the gangway. He said quietly, "I brought the Grand Steward with me. From now on, you only need to handle military affairs."
"My lord, will the Grand Steward be able to cope?" Surprise crossed Kyle's face, and he could not help asking.
At that, Velin rubbed his nose and answered vaguely, "Let's give it a try first. If he can't cope, we'll either give him more staff or increase his strength."
"We'll find a way to solve it when the time comes."
"Understood."
Meanwhile, Belder stepped off the Star Moon and gazed at the distant Royal Palace, a trace of melancholy flashing through his eyes.
Barring any surprises, his easy days were about to end. What awaited him was an endless stream of work.
When governing the Qixing Territory, he needed to understand every detail, because it was his lord's foundation, and not the slightest disorder could be permitted.
But governing several million square kilometers meant he could only focus on major matters and let the smaller ones go, handling decisions while delegating authority to the local level.
At least in the beginning, he would lose control over the grassroots administration.
*I need to suggest that my lord establish a school specifically for training officials. Along with their administrative skills, it must cultivate