In the afternoon, it was the stage of urgent preparations.
The army was setting off, and there were myriad details to handle.
Busy till dusk, Losa finally found some leisure time.
Since today happened to be a fasting day, prohibiting some meat, Losa had only eaten lunch, and returned to the grand hall with a growling stomach in the evening.
However, Leonard was already prepared and had specially prepared a dish of pigeon eggs and seasoned grilled fish. This was likely some type of trout; peeling back its brown skin revealed snow-white flesh, with a taste that was quite decent.
The former Guard Officer of Jorgelisburg wasn't adept at drilling soldiers and certainly wasn't a talented leader, but his role as "housekeeper" was reasonably competent.
After dinner.
Losa reclined on a chair, gazing into the distance.
Tomorrow was set to be the largest-scale battle he had faced since his traversal; using "battle" to describe it was inadequate—it was truly a war.
