Volgograd (14)

After Ang left the command hall, several marquises from the Military Department departed in succession. Their expressions remained utterly calm, clearly showing that they had not taken the persuasion of the noble lords present to heart.

The noble representatives stood beneath the sunlight outside the stone hall, looking at one another for a moment in uncertainty.

"What do we do now?" a young viscount asked with a frown, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"What else can we do? Their lordships never told us to redeploy." Another viscount snorted and turned to look toward the Central Front Line.

"If they truly believe Viscount Ange abandoned his post, then any problems at the front line won't be our responsibility."

"Still, let me offer you some advice—" An elderly viscount in a dark red cloak slowly spoke up. His voice was quiet, yet carried a meaningful undertone.

"Those who reported Viscount Ange should be careful. Once he finds out who sent that secret letter... I fear he won't let them off so easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group involuntarily exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became somewhat delicate.

Several pairs of eyes flickered instinctively, but no one said anything.

After returning to the garrison camp, Ang did not reveal the slightest emotion.

He simply conducted his usual inspection of the sentry posts, then summoned the commanders of the Flame Swordsman Regiment and the Enchanted Armament Knights under his command to announce the latest orders:

"For the time being, you are free to act, but do not stray too far from the front line. Train in rotation each day within the area between the mountain region and the northern section of the Volgograd Frontline."

Sloke froze for a moment, then stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "My lord, are we