Duke of Moravia gave a few more important instructions, then waved Velin away.
After leaving the central command tent, Velin looked at the sky. It was already past four in the afternoon, so he hurried toward the camp where his troops were stationed.
Half an hour later, Velin had just returned to his camp when he saw Kyle waiting at the gate.
"What happened? Why are you here?" Velin asked Kyle in confusion as he looked around.
Seeing this, Kyle replied, "My lord, Marquis Rodenert sent someone to inform you that you are to proceed to Fourth Legion headquarters for a meeting as soon as you return to the camp."
"Where is the messenger?" Velin looked behind Kyle, his tone full of confusion.
Kyle answered somewhat helplessly, "The messenger was Lord Vitris. He left as soon as he delivered the order."
Hearing this, Velin was rendered speechless.
He had no idea what method his great-uncle had used to become a messenger, but one thing was certain: he was probably already close to the Royal Capital by now.
"Forget it. There's nothing to be done. Just tell Great Aunt Miyali the truth when she asks."
As for helping his great-uncle cover it up, he dismissed that thought the moment it arose.
Time was short, so Velin did not linger. After giving Kyle a few instructions, he headed straight to Fourth Legion to attend the meeting.
The high-level meeting had only completed appointments for generals at army level and above. This meeting was likely meant to determine the appointments of officers for battalion-level units.
Half an hour later, Velin arrived at Fourth Legion headquarters.
Inside the tent, numerous noble commanders discussed matters among themselves, each holding different opinions.
Upon entering the tent, Velin placed his right hand over his chest and saluted.