By the sea cliff, Velin sat across from Kyle. By moonlight, they drank wine and played chess.
Beside them, the generals of the Fifteenth Army sat on the ground, singing loudly at times and drinking at others.
"My lord, Lady Lavia has returned."
Seeing that the game was about to become a dead loss, Velin tossed the chess piece in his hand into Hebrew's arms and said, "Play for me. I'm leaving first."
Hearing his lord's order, Hebrew put down his wine bottle and came to the left side of the board. Looking at the pieces, his expression became somewhat awkward. He raised his head and asked Kyle, "Can we start over?"
"Obviously not," Kyle refused without a second thought.
"I surrender."
Seeing Hebrew concede so readily, Kyle smiled and waved his hand to reset the board.
On the other side, having escaped a certain defeat, Velin was in exceptionally good spirits as he strode forward.
More than ten minutes later, Velin arrived at a Logistics Camp.
"My lord, we eliminated more than two thousand heretic soldiers in this battle. We suffered no casualties," Lavia reported eagerly as she came before Velin.
"Priest Lavia, you've worked hard."
"It was my duty." Lavia waved his hands repeatedly and said humbly, "My lord, I hope that if there is another mission like this, you will consider our Logistics Unit."
"I'll do my best."
Priests were the army's stabilizing force. Velin could not bear to see the priests under his command harmed.
"I heard you captured a heretic general?"
At this, Lavia waved for the soldiers to bring Carlisle over.
Looking at the dejected middle-aged man before him, Velin cast Comprehend Languages on himself and asked, "Tell me, why did you land here?"
Carlisle did not hide anything and told him everything he