"Yes, I'll hand over all command authority on the front line to you."
Elliot froze.
He could hardly believe his ears.
What did that mean? He was supposed to command the entire front line?
Elliot had thought he would merely be given a few squads to try his hand with.
He had never expected to be given all command authority.
Had the Old Duke finally gone mad?
He might be the Heir, but he had never been on a battlefield, let alone commanded one.
Even handing command to Sidney would be more sensible, wouldn't it?
Besides, he kept getting the feeling that the Old Duke seemed very eager to transfer power to him.
"Of course, that depends on you performing well."
The Old Duke looked Elliot up and down, then continued in a deep voice, "You needn't worry too much. A dedicated Techno-Priest will assist you. Battlefield warfare is what the Reforging Flame does best. You only need to make the basic decisions."
Elliot wanted to ask why he had to be the one to take over, but found it difficult to ask outright.
The Old Duke seemed to notice this. He turned to glance at Lady Camilla, a hint of a smile appearing on his face before he put it away.
"Your mother and I have something important to do and need to leave the front line for a while. You only need to take over command during that time. I'll have everything arranged."
Elliot thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head. "Sidney said the Empire transported many Difference Engines to the front line. That's precisely why I came. I want to know what these Difference Engines are used for here."
The Old Duke gave him a long look. "You know what Difference Engines do in the