Emperor Charon had simply ordered him to support the Eastern Defense Forces. He hadn't offered any advice.
It was the expected result. Since when had that gentleman ever taken care of Abel's convenience?
He had simply told him to figure it out.
Of course, that didn't mean Abel could curse or criticize the emperor.
"It seems communication is not going well because the situation is so urgent."
"Then, wouldn't I have no choice but to go and see for myself?"
"That's a bit…"
No, it hadn't even been a week since Abel returned from the Duchy of Crawford. And now, they wanted him to head east again?
'Am I crazy?'
He could never do that. Suddenly, someone's name popped into his mind.
"Wouldn't you know something about Hugo Yeats?"
"Wait a minute. Who was that? Ah! The Marquis who fought the nobleman at the ballroom with his sword. The one who gave up the entire territory of Yeats."
