Explain himself? Like hell!
Several soldiers under his command had died saving that young master. To summon him back to the Imperial Capital over it—he had nearly marched up and slapped the man across the face.
His Majesty the Emperor was gentle, even weak, but he had principles in matters like this. Recalling Ambrose had been a way of taking a stand, though Ambrose had not taken it well. The emperor later sent him gifts to smooth things over. As for the noble family, they had already suffered a loss, so the emperor could hardly say much to them. He could only offer them benefits as consolation.
In the end, hadn't His Majesty the Emperor come out of it with the biggest loss?
Even so, the Imperial Capital Academy sent plenty of young lords and ladies to the frontline each year. Few proved useful. Faced with the brutal fighting at the Beast Abyss Frontline, even these so-called elites lost their composure to some degree. Some wanted to retreat, and that was fine. Raila Continent was vast, and patrols needed people too. There was always somewhere to put them.
But plenty stayed. Like gold sifted from sand, they would eventually shine.
Ambrose complained about them, but he understood why these young people had traveled so far to the Beast Abyss Frontline. They wanted not only to find purpose in their lives, but also to do their part in defending against the Beast Abyss.
Through setback after setback, through brutal, bloody ordeals, they would grow. He was old now. The future of Raila Continent would ultimately rest in their hands.
Ye Qinglan was an outstanding warrior and an outstanding commander. The most important quality in a commander at the Beast Abyss Frontline was the ability to rally the troops and, as the