Brendan took a deep breath, seeing absolute trust and a heavy charge in Karl's eyes. He thumped his chest hard. "Rest assured, my lord! While Brendan stands, Carnford stands! I will ensure our homeland is safe!"
"Edgar." Karl turned to the steward of internal affairs.
"This official is here."
"All internal affairs of the territory—civil administration, finances, logistics—are under your full authority. Coordinate with Brendan. In particular, ensure the winter rations are prepared and calm the people's hearts. While we are away, the house must not fall into disorder."
"Yes, my lord!" Edgar accepted the order solemnly.
"Lyon."
"My lord!" Lyon straightened his back.
"From Thorsten's cavalry, select the finest and form a reinforced cavalry battalion, roughly three hundred riders, to follow me north. You will serve as commander." Karl paused. "Remember, what I want is elite light cavalry that can charge formations, scout, and cover a retreat—not a ceremonial guard."
"Understood! I will not fail the trust you place in me, my lord!" A sharp gleam flashed through Lyon's eyes. This was a chance to command troops independently.
"Thorsten." Karl looked to the steady surrendered general. "The training, reorganization, and patrols of the territory's remaining cavalry will be your responsibility. Maintain contact with Werner and Klein to ensure intelligence flows smoothly along the coast and toward Tyrol."
"As you command, my lord!" Thorsten replied in a deep voice.
Finally, Karl's gaze turned to the two naval officers. "Baron Werner, Knight Klein, the navy's primary mission remains unchanged: ensure the safety of Amber Bay, Winters Harbor, and even the waters of the entire Southwest Peninsula. But the focus must shift."
He pointed at the map, toward the far side of the strait. "Strengthen surveillance and vigilance in the direction of Field Territory. With the Royal Capital in turmoil, there's no