"Marshal, another message has come from the King." His aide-de-camp, Viscount Wei Lan, walked into the conference room.
Marshal Grantham's conference room was clearly a bit different from those in other places.
The entire ceiling of the conference room was a gigantic map of the border.
It wasn't just the ceiling; the front and back walls of the conference room were the same.
This was Grantham's peculiar hobby. During wartime, every place the Marshal stayed would have a war map. Even when he went out for reconnaissance, he would have his aide-de-camp carry several copies.
It was often joked among the troops that the Marshal even carried a map in his dreams.
"What is it?" Grantham was currently in bed—yes, in bed—staring up at the ceiling.
Because meetings were held at all hours, Grantham had always used the conference room as his bedroom.
"Prince Samon... Marquis George wants us to send Prince Samon back at once," said Viscount Wei Lan.
