Isaac needed to discuss setting up camp and the day's supplies for the Militia with Prince Chris.
Guided by a camp guard, Isaac soon reached Chris's tent. Before he could approach, he heard voices inside and instinctively stopped.
In fact, if Isaac had not stopped, he would have taken a beating.
Mia stood beside the tent entrance, glaring at Isaac. She wore a small uniform and a white helmet and held a short black baton. She was not even as tall as the Flintlock on her back.
She looked ready to swing her baton at him if he took another step forward.
Mia's pet, Aisha, also rose from the shadows beside the tent and lowered her head. The moment Mia attacked, the Big White Pig would charge as well.
Isaac looked at the wary Mia and her pet and sighed.
A while earlier, when Mia had tugged on Chris's hand and demanded to come along, and he had reluctantly nodded, Isaac had been there to object.
"Why bother with her? Just leave her in town."
Isaac opposed letting this little girl accompany the army. First, having women accompany an army was a major taboo.
Armies consisted entirely of men, and mixing women into their ranks could lead to things that would not be tolerated.
That was why feudal armies in the West were usually trailed by traveling caravans of prostitutes, servicing soldiers with money in their pockets and energy to spare. Even small units of only a few hundred men had these hangers-on.
Yet the Militia grain convoy Chris had assembled numbered a thousand men and had nothing of the sort, so Isaac was very worried about such incidents occurring.
Chris waved a hand at that.
"Just make sure no one has time to sit idle. Besides, I've already had