"I decided it privately with O'dor. We haven't formally gotten engaged yet." Flora said it openly, without the slightest attempt at concealment.
Seeing the faint blush on his aunt's face, Velin knew she was not as calm as she appeared.
"By the way, Sister Layla, I heard Lord Madmonk urging you to marry ten years ago. So much time has passed—have you still not set a date with my uncle?"
"Once this war is over, we'll get married." Layla answered with a smile, showing no trace of shyness.
"Since you're getting married, I need to pick up the pace too. I'll strive to get married within ten years."
"Do you have someone you like, or has Lord Angus already chosen a suitable wife for you?" Layla's eyes lit up as she stared at Velin, curiosity written all over her face.
"Probably."
Velin gave a vague answer. He was not entirely sure himself, but he trusted his father to handle the matter properly.
That night, Velin hosted a small banquet. He brought out twenty bottles of Glowing Wine and two hundred bottles of ordinary grape wine, inviting several nobles he was on good terms with.
It was not until late at night that everyone finally dispersed.
At noon the next day, Velin climbed out of bed.
"Good. Starting today, I'm on vacation. Life should be enjoyed properly."
That afternoon, Velin took Kyle and several attendants to a place thirty kilometers west of the legion's garrison.
Looking at the commercial camp before him, he could only marvel that wherever there was money to be made, merchants would certainly appear in droves.
Before they had gone even a thousand meters into the commercial camp, Velin had already seen no fewer than thirty kinds of foreign goods.
Seventy percent of them were specialties from