Among witches, once one reached the rank of top-tier witch, she could establish a faction with herself as its "faction master." Factions were entirely different from alliances, companies, and organizations—they were institutions built around an archaic lordship system, where one person had the final say.
As the head of a faction, the faction master possessed considerable authority and could be regarded as the sole owner and upper management of a private enterprise.
The faction's middle management consisted of powerful witches who had been hired or poached to serve as leaders and administrators.
Eileen's Silver Knights faction was structured somewhat differently from other witch factions. Her faction contained as many as six divisions, which could barely be split into two major camps according to their duties and authority: [Internal Affairs] and [External Affairs]. There was also competition and budget-grabbing within both camps. Combined with Miss Eileen's superb train... ahem, imperial arts! This made the Silver Knights' efficiency nearly the highest and finest among all top-tier witch factions in the world.
The sort of "vying for favor" Jiang Han was witnessing now had already become routine.
With an elegant, proper smile, Eileen lifted her skirt and spoke in a childish voice that was by no means immature, carrying considerable authority.
"Silver Knights, are all preparations complete?"
One of the Silver Knights stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and said softly, "Whether it is the vehicles or all required supplies and food reserves, everything has been prepared."
By the way, witches never "knelt in worship" before any living being, not even the strongest witch. The reason the Silver Knights granted Eileen the treatment of kneeling on one knee was because... Eileen's current build and appearance were simply too petite. It was an exceptional courtesy born of necessity, and both conditions were indispensable. Someone