Hammering out the logistics of reorganizing the army took a fair bit of time. They had to assign roles for Orta as well as the elf reinforcements and the master level guardians. Matters only grew more complicated as most of the elf warriors had their own specialities, ranging from reconnaissance to fighting. The officers spent a lot of time planning how to utilize their allies to their fullest potential. As such, the meeting went on till the sun was high in the sky.

Theo soon left to meet his own unit in an empty parade ground.

He looked around and said, “First, Quattro and the detached group will keep moving with me. Your performance on Karul Plains was exemplary, so I hope to see the same in the future.”

Yes!

The thirty magicians saluted as one. None of the sub-units commanded by Sylvia, William, and Para had any casualties. It might have been luck, but it might also be from good planning. Theo didn’t think this kind of ideal outcome would continue, but he hoped it would last as long as possible. He didn’t want his heart to be bothered by the loss of familiar faces.

As his eyes swept across his subordinates, Theo’s gaze stopped on a certain blonde-haired girl.

Paragranum.

The Yellow Tower Master had created the foundation for what would eventually become the magic towers. Theo used to think that Paragranum had simply picked Meltor as a good place to study magic, but not anymore. If there was someone who had manipulated the war in the North as Gluttony presumed, then the grimoire hiding behind a humanoid shell...