After discussing the military deployment with Sir Kylan, Karl did not stop to rest. He immediately began looking for the steward, Edgar, inside the castle.
Compared to the army fighting at the front, what concerned him more deeply was the two lifelines that kept it running: logistical supplies and weapons.
Although he had already informed Edgar that a thousand cavalrymen would be arriving as reinforcements, the enormous consumption involved in supporting such an elite force, fully armed and mounted, still worried him.
When he found Edgar in the administrative hall, which was piled high with documents, the capable steward was bent over his desk, checking a long list.
At Karl's question, Edgar immediately rose. His face showed fatigue, but his eyes were clear and resolute.
Without saying much, he directly spread out a carefully drawn logistics map.
"My lord, please rest assured." Edgar's finger moved clearly across the map, pointing to several marked routes. "The food supplies have been arranged along the key points of the approved marching route. Hidden supply depots have been established there, stocked with enough dry rations and fodder."
"The arrows, lead shot, and prepacked standard Gunpowder packs have also been loaded onto the packhorse train. They can set out with the main force at any time, ensuring that the supply line keeps up steadily and does not fall behind."
Listening to Edgar's clear and orderly report and looking at the thorough markings on the map, Karl finally felt the stone of worry over logistics leave his heart.
He nodded approvingly. Edgar's reliability always spared him many worries.
After leaving the administrative hall, Karl hurried without pause to Hector and Elmont's workshop district and testing grounds.
With so little time remaining, the craftsmen had worked around the clock and miraculously produced another, more powerful three-pound "Eagle