Forced Conscription (1)

Early the next morning, a messenger on a fast horse arrived outside the Governor's Mansion in Amnath City.

He wore a heavy cloak, his face bearing an unquestionable solemnity.

After receiving the letter, Ang stood in his study and gazed at the wax seal for a moment before calmly opening it.

Though it contained only a few lines, the words were forceful—the Northern Council had formally issued a compulsory conscription order to Viscount Ange under the pretext of "wartime reorganization," requiring him to immediately lead his troops to the Volgograd front and support the Empire's Plane War.

After reading it, Ang gently folded the letter without saying a word.

Quintina rushed in at once. "Ang, what is going on? Why are they suddenly forcibly conscripting you to Volgograd?!"

Ang handed her the letter, then leaned back in his chair and recounted his conversation with Peter Dako from the previous day in full. His tone was calm, as though it were merely an everyday matter.

"This is outrageous!" Quintina practically shot to her feet in anger. "They are clearly falsely invoking Duke Pensington's orders! How can you put up with this?!"

"Whether it is real or fake does not matter." Ang's gaze remained steady. "I have already reported to the Northern Council at Fortress of Will that traces of the Black Magic Society have recently appeared in the Milaginbi Mountains. As governor, I have a duty to prioritize eliminating destabilizing elements within my territory."

Still unconvinced and about to persuade him further, Natiya walked over and gently put an arm around her shoulders. "Since he has done this, he must have a plan. He will not make you worry."

"Exactly." Ang nodded. "According to the Empire's Plane Conscription Regulations, as long as the region where I am located remains within the