Horn pushed the empty bowl to the edge of the table, the ceramic bowl made a soft sound as it collided with the mahogany surface.
The wind and snow outside the window had stopped unknowingly, and moonlight cast mottled patches of light through the frosted glass onto the floor.
"Almost three years." He suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a fatigue that even he hadn't noticed, "When was the last time I went to Mountain County?"
Raphael paused in his movements: "The Secretariat suggests that your energy should be focused on more important matters..."
"More important places?" Horn sneered.
He only just realized that it had been almost three years since he last inspected various places in the Holy Alliance.
Even when inspecting, it was only a stroll around the ry Court Barracks.
Should he roam everywhere like the Wandering Cultivators to manage them?
He couldn't manage the ry Court Barracks right under his nose, how could he manage other places?
