Two hours later, Velin and Kyle left Blood Moon Count's tent and returned to the army camp.
Half a month later, Duke Ister, Duke of Moravia, Saintess Anastasia, and a royal Legendary jointly convened a pre-war meeting.
Although it was called a pre-war meeting, attending it required meeting certain thresholds: one had to either hold the title of count or possess strength at the Soul Intent rank.
At eight in the morning, Velin passed through three layers of Magic Barriers and entered the meeting room.
Inside, numerous nobles sat on floating chairs, gathered in small groups to share intelligence and boast to one another.
Velin took a seat on a floating chair, gripping a sphere in his right hand and using it to maneuver the chair around.
"Velin."
Hearing his name, Velin turned toward the voice and discovered an old acquaintance.
"I've been looking for you forever. I never expected you to be here." Count Rassel floated over on his chair, his tone filled with delight.
"Brother Rassel, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be taking part in this Faith Holy War too."
"Brother Velin, it's been years since we last met, ever since you got married."
"My apologies. I've been far too busy since getting married and simply couldn't find the time to visit you." Velin spoke with an apologetic expression.
"No need for that. Aren't we seeing each other now?"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two began sharing the intelligence they knew.
"Marquis Bazel bears considerable hostility toward you. You need to be careful." Rassel lowered his voice and quietly warned Velin.
Hearing the warning, Velin searched his memories for information about Marquis Bazel.
Marquis Bazel, whose full name was Bazel Grote Bartlem, was the head of the Bartlem Family. His territory, Grote Territory,