Chapter 64: War Council
Vaerik closed the intelligence panel, got up to wash and dress for the war meeting.
He changed into dark gold embroidered noble formal wear, sword belt diagonal, boots polished bright.
Such occasions required proper attire—at least looking like a young hero.
He pushed open his tent flap, heading straight for the military camp’s center.
Along the way, many knights and young officers who saw him looked with awe or curiosity, bowing respectfully.
After all, his feat of killing Snow Swearer elite warriors at last night’s banquet had spread throughout the Fifth Legion.
Soon Vaerik reached the central command tent.
Guards stood solemnly outside with rows of Snow Peak Prefecture noble family banners on both sides. Familiar and unfamiliar faces were entering successively.
The tent’s interior proved surprisingly spacious, easily accommodating the gathering crowd with room to spare. At the very center sat an elaborate circular sand table covered in meticulously detailed tactical maps and carefully crafted miniature models representing troop positions and terrain features. This focal point was surrounded by several concentric circles of ornate high-backed wooden chairs, their rich mahogany surfaces polished to a warm shine, and nearly every seat was already occupied by officers of varying ranks and nobles of different standing.
Due to yesterday’s excellent performance, Vaerik got a seat in the innermost circle.
In the frontmost main seat, Earl Foss slumped in his chair, face flushed, eyelids half-drooping as he dozed.