"Has Knight Owenna arrived yet?" Romon asked the butler standing respectfully before his desk as he processed documents in the office hall.
"My lord, she has arrived," the butler said.
"Mm! Let her in!" Romon pondered briefly, then gave the order.
"At once, my lord," the butler answered loudly.
A moment later, Owenna passed through the doors and entered the hall.
She did not disturb Romon at once, merely watching him in silence.
At twenty-five, Romon was gradually growing more mature. Even though she was not a spellcaster and had already reached Seventh Level, Owenna could still sense the aura lingering around him.
Those powers had already taken on a profound depth.
This man was becoming stronger and stronger.
"Mm! Owenna, you're here." Romon set down a document in his hand. "I heard your deputy commander is a thief?"
"...Yes, Luwen is a Fifth-Level thief, but he earned merit in the Demon Calamity and has remained fiercely loyal to our territory."
"You misunderstood what I meant. You know I'm about to make another round of adjustments to the territory's military, don't you?"
"Yes, I already know."
"Good. I'm dividing the military into three major systems. The first consists of the Village Guard and the Town Guard. A Village Guard may have no more than thirty people, though it usually has ten."
"The Town Guard has a minimum of thirty and a maximum of one hundred."
"Those are all the first tier. Any warrior above First Level may apply to join and receive the rank of a regular soldier, though their wages will be paid by their respective villages and towns."
The benefits included a small plot of land, a wooden house, and a certain salary.
"Far-Sail Port has been upgraded into a city, so a City Guard must be established.