Mutual Respect Between Kindred Spirits

After a brief rest following lunch, Karl arrived at the castle's office, which had been converted from a storeroom. It was somewhat crude, but fully equipped for its functions.

Several key officials who had been waiting for some time had already gathered there. "Let's begin." Karl sat at the head of the simple wooden table and got straight to the point without any small talk.

Brendan stepped forward first and presented a parchment list filled with names and organizational assignments in both hands. In a booming voice, he reported, "My lord, following your orders, with the brave recruits and militia who distinguished themselves in the Tyrol campaign as the backbone and some veterans supplementing them, the framework of the Third Infantry Regiment has essentially been completed!"

"It has been provisionally designated the 'Tyrol Regiment' to commemorate the merits of this battle. This is the proposed list of officer promotions and appointments at every level. Please review and decide."

Karl took the list and quickly scanned it. It detailed the candidates for regimental commander, battalion commander, company commander, Platoon Leader, and Sergeant Major, along with their original positions and brief summaries of their military achievements.

His gaze paused for a moment at the regimental commander section. A familiar name was written there: Miller.

"Miller..." Karl murmured the name, and the corresponding information quickly surfaced in his mind.

He had been a Platoon Leader in the former veteran company. During the Carnford Siege Battle, he had been promoted to company commander for fighting bravely and holding a breach despite being wounded. During the first expansion of the army, his meticulousness and ability to lead troops had earned him a promotion to battalion commander. In the Tyrol campaign, the battalion under his command had served as the vanguard, launching a decisive assault that