White smoke billowed from the magecraft factories across Faoken's territory, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
March 10, Faoken. Inside the office on the sixth floor of the Governor's Office.
"Captain, the two visiting delegations of elders are here~"
Wendy stood by the office window.
With the passage of time, her once ear-length hair had grown considerably. She had tied it back with a simple black leather cord, leaving a neat mid-height ponytail.
She wore the black, silver-trimmed uniform of the head of the Department of Government Affairs, with a dark blue cape marking her as the governor's adjutant draped over it. A medal for valor earned during the Fauken Campaign was pinned to her chest. She looked every inch the dashing officer.
That was, if one ignored the smug, foolish grin on her face. "But Captain, those Centaurs look a little uneasy. Our Governor's Office must have scared them with its overwhelming military strength. Hoh hoh hoh!"
At the desk, John looked up from the documents he was reviewing. A week ago, he had officially approved the Pighead Squad Leader's application to become his adjutant. Ever since, she had been so full of herself that she even walked with her chin raised.
He wondered if he had been giving her too little work. Perhaps he ought to hand her some tedious, troublesome assignments and put her through her paces.
After finishing his corrections to a document requesting medical supplies for the Darkmoon Clan's Magic Crystal mine,
he set down his pen and walked over to the chattering Pighead Squad Leader to look down with her.
John activated his Magic Eye, and the square before the distant City Lord's Manor sprang into view.
The elders of the Morning Star Clan stood in the square, looking around