Aiden raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
The knight straightened slightly.
"If you grant me permission…"
It glanced toward the window, where the faint silhouettes of skeleton soldiers could be seen moving through the streets.
"…I can lead your undead."
Aiden blinked.
"Lead them?"
The knight nodded.
"Yes, my lord."
"My kind retains fragments of battlefield instincts. I can give orders, coordinate movements, and direct them during patrols or combat."
Aiden leaned against the table, clearly interested now.
"You mean you can command my skeleton soldiers?"
"Yes, my lord."
The knight continued calmly.
"Your summoned undead will still obey you above all else. But if you allow it, I can organize them and give instructions to improve their efficiency."
Aiden stared at the undead warrior for a moment.
Then he chuckled softly.
"Well, that's actually pretty convenient."
He waved his hand casually.
"Alright."
"I give you permission."
The Carrion Knight immediately bowed deeply.
