After the simple strategy meeting concluded, everyone immediately set out to prepare for their respective tasks.
On the way to the garrison outside the city, Remington stared down at the Token in his hand, lost in thought.
"Heh." Philo, who was beside him, smiled after pulling his gaze away from the common folk outside the carriage window. "Curious, are you? About why Isaac would hand over an army tens of thousands strong to you."
Remington was silent for a moment before nodding. He truly couldn't understand it. He had tried to betray Isaac more than once, though he had failed every time...
"Don't overthink it. It's not that he trusts you, nor does he care about some bond of brotherhood. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so quick to kill you back then." Philo watched Remington, the corners of his lips turning up slightly. "He gave you the army simply out of his own confidence."
"Confidence..."
