The southern front of the Grand Inquisition had remained tense all night because of the incident at the central command camp. It was not until dawn lit up the river valley the next day that the number of Iron Law Knights searching and patrolling the highlands gradually returned to normal.
After a strenuous struggle through the first half of the night and finally getting some rest during the second half, Cheng Shi saw that he had an opportunity and had Sun Miao take him back to the central command tent once more.
To be honest, judging by the central army's performance in responding to the "camp raid," Cheng Shi could not imagine how a legion with such strength, discipline, and organization could possibly lose to the War Legion.
Forget the battered War Legion—even if it had been at full strength, how could it have defeated the Grand Inquisition and the Tower of Reason, which had ruled this continent for nearly a thousand years, at a time when their Lord of Grace had only just lowered its gaze but had not yet descended?
With these questions in mind, Cheng Shi intended to have a good talk with Kainlaur, but...
The more something mattered, the more obstacles arose. Kainlaur was gone.
"..."
No one had expected the legion's commander to leave his command center at a time like this. Even the attendant knights guarding the camp nearby had no idea where he had gone.
Granted, after suffering a "decapitation operation," Kainlaur had reason to hide himself. But the problem was that war could break out at any moment. If he hid himself without even telling his subordinates, how were his orders supposed to be conveyed?
Could he really be planning to let the Grand Inquisition's entire front line improvise freely?
This was