"At the same time, Uncle Ivilios was also in charge of logistics for the Sixth Commander's Department. Besides that, he held some authority over military discipline inspections."
"Within the Sixth Commander's Department, Uncle ranked fourth, behind Lord Alfred Silvis, commander of the Sixth Commander's Department; Marquis Alex Simisis, the deputy commander; and Lord Asad Lightend, eldest son of Duke Lightend."
"It's enough for you to understand these matters yourself. Don't go spreading them around."
Velin nodded just as seriously. "Third Uncle, don't worry. I won't talk carelessly."
"This trip to the Sixth Commander's Department is mainly to see Great-Uncle and ask him to assign a Soul Intent Professional to support me."
"Indeed. With that little body of yours, it'd be easy for you to lose your life on the battlefield. It's good that you're asking Uncle to assign you a Soul Intent Professional." Bamund spoke with wholehearted approval.
Looking at his third uncle's punchable expression, Velin wanted to tell him that although he was weaker, he might not necessarily be in more danger than him.
After thinking it over, he decided not to say it. There was no point lowering himself to his uncle's level.
"Oh, right. Take this. It'll save you a lot of trouble." Bamund took a dark command token from his robes and tossed it to his nephew.
Velin held the token in his hand and examined it closely. "What is this?"
"My identification token," Bamund explained. "According to regulations, anyone at legion commander rank or below must submit an application and go through more than a dozen procedures before they can enter the Command Department."
"That troublesome?" Velin gripped the token, surprise showing on his face.
"It really is that troublesome." Bamund spread his hands helplessly. "The importance of the Command Department goes without saying. It